Sorry, my bad. I thought the water has calm down a little by now. He speaks without even looking at you as he gathers some branches for the fire. He starts the fire from nothing with ease. You were supposed to raft down the river and now you have no idea how you're going to go down the river to your friends. He takes out his hoodie from his waterproof backpack and throws it at you. Change. You'll get cold. I won't look. He finds some logs and builds a makeshift drying rack for clothes.
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