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I woke to the cringe inducing sound of metal on metal as Frank and Jordan rose early to get started on their breakfast. Apparently they ate something that required a little more work than my liquid meal. The distinct sound of a pot being scraped with some sort of utensil split my head open a second time and I sat up in my sleeping bag. I guess it was time to be awake.
Through the fabric of my tent I could see the light from their flashlights moving back and forth as they set about their task. They did a good job of making sure the light didn’t scan directly on my tent, I was grateful for that, but I wished they had the same consideration for the noise they were making. Then again, maybe it was just luck that they hadn’t shown their lights on my tent.
I yawned. …
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