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"What are we doing out here? This sucks!" Nero complained from the ground. He leaned back against a tree stump and threw a stick at a tree. He missed.
Dante didn't look up from where he was putting their tent together. This damn kid, couldn't handle some bonding time with his uncle? Dante almost had the tent set up when he replied, "Camping. You know, enjoying the great outdoors?"
"I'm not enjoying it. I need more bug spray! These mosquitos are eating me alive." The teen groaned, getting up to dig through their duffel bag. The bugs were pretty bad.