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“Hey.”

“Mmmm?”

“Why are we like this?”

Caleb paused. His hand lingered under a line of text as he looked up from his reading and frowned at the man on the log beside him.

“Excuse me?”

Fjord leaned back and ran a hand through his hair. In the darkness of night, illuminated only by the the faint glow of the campfire, his expression was almost unreadable.

“I was just…I was just wonderin’,” Fjord sighed. “Why it is, that…out of everyone in the group, after all the time we’ve spent together, we just can’t get along?”

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