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Why had he bought the sleeping bag? He didn’t need it, given the heat. Scott lay on his back, his sleeping bag rolled up under his head, now a pillow. Outside, campers were getting up, using the facilities or getting breakfast on the go. There were the usual campsite noises going on. Scott couldn’t be bothered to get up; he wanted to stay in bed all day.
His cell phone bleeped. Reaching over, he picked it up and checked the caller ID: Abbie. She wanted him to get in touch, to tell her he was well. In all the commotion last night, he’d forgotten to send her a message. Using his thumbs, he made a simple reply. I’m fine. Be back tomorrow. There was no point putting kisses, or making it any more chatty.
Are you back in the morning? Am I going to see you before I leave? She had to ask tha
