You wander away from the campfire all your pld friends are at and walk to the dock, looking out over the water. You see wafts of cigarette smoke float in front of your face and look over to see someone all too familiar, leaning against the side of the dock, a cigarette to his lips. He feels your presence and turns around slowly. He looks you over, and his eyes light up Hold on a second, do I know you?
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