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BROOKLYN
There was no place to park at Camden’s house, as it was all private parking, so I drove down to a public access lot. It was about a mile down the road, but I figured it was for the best. Making my way to the beach, I couldn’t tell if he was one of the surfers or not until I got closer.
My phone rang. It was my brother. “Jase, what’s up? Are you and Gabe having fun?”
“Ugh, not at all,” he moaned. “I think I got food poisoning. I’m sitting in the hotel room throwing up and shitting my guts out.”
“Oh no, what are you going to do? Where’s Gabe?”
“He’s next door, feeling just as shitty as me. I’m going to lay low tonight and hope I get to feeling better tomorrow. Are you okay at home?” He sounded horrible, his voice raspy and gruff.
“Yes, I’m fine. You don’t have to worry abo
