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Suddenly, Zack saw a bit of swelling under his eyes. What can it be? he thought.
“Guys, I am going to find some water,” Zack said.
Zack started to search for a pond and saw soamething shining behind the trees. He started walking towards it.
Dean took out his guitar and started to tune it.
“What are you doing? Put that away and play some songs,” Strub said.
“No need for the MP3s, I am going to sing,” Dean said, looking at Arhisha.
“And what are you gonna sing? EDM?” Strub smirked. For Strub, weed always had to be coupled with EDM; the joint always had to be tight, no spaces; everything had to be perfect.
“Alright,” he took out his headphones from the bag. “Bye, guys.”
“Come on, you came all this way just to cut us off?” Dean said. “Don’t go too far. And remember we are here for you; we’ll bring you back if you get lost in the sound.”
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