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Caden
I WENT OUTSIDE and found Tank, Mad Dog, and Raptor standing around the fire pit. There was a small fire burning and they each held a beer and a cigar.
“Help yourself,” Tank said, nodding toward the cooler. “I have a Cuban for you, too.”
“Nah, I’m good there,” I replied, grabbing a bottle of Michelob. “Thanks, though.”
“Since when do you not want a cigar?” Mad Dog asked, after taking a puff on his.
Before I could answer, Raptor said, “Since the teacher. He probably doesn’t want detention.”
“Yeah, don’t want to get on the teacher’s bad side,” Mad Dog ribbed.
“She doesn’t have a bad side,” I replied, cracking open my beer. “Believe me. Every side I’ve seen has been real, real nice,” I joked. “Know what I’m saying?”
“Yeah, I think what you’re really sayin’,” Tank said, “is th
