Marko said sheepishly.  “I wasn’t saying you were like that now… I don’t know what I was saying, actually!”

Jimmy ignored him as he tossed more pieces of wood into the fireplace, lighting it up with a dash of brake fluid.  Soon the warm orange glow of a fire had lit up their camp site again, and Jimmy sat down on the nearby log looking at his feet. 

“I’m just scared, man.” Marko moaned, sitting down beside Jimmy, tracing a drawing in the sand with the pocket knife.  “I’m just scared!” 

“I know.” Jimmy whispered after a moment, realizing that being angry at Marko was pointless. “We both are.” 

They smiled at each other briefly and then Marko held out the pocket knife to Jimmy.  Jimmy...

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