Twenty Seven

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"So, I guess this is the end," Kenny said.
"Nope. We've all exchanged numbers and we can keep in touch," Jojo said.
"And there's next year, maybe," Martin said, "I mean it's not like the guy said we weren't allowed to come back ever."
"True," I agreed.
"I'll miss you guys," I said as some cars came into the parking lot.
"Same," Kenny said.
"Hugs," Jojo said.
I hugged Kenny. "Thanks for being there for me," I said.
"You're welcome," he said,
I hugged Jojo.
"Next year?" I asked.
"Next year," she answered.
I hugged Martin.
"Thanks for everything," I said.
"You too," he said.
"You two are cute," Jojo teased.
"Oh shut up you," I laughed.
"Whatever," Martin shrugged.
"Bye guys! Keep in touch!" I said.
"Bye! See you next year," Jojo said, "Or at the next family reunion."
"And even if we don't, we'll meet up again someday, right?" Martin asked.
"Sure," Kenny said, "Good bye, guys! See you again someday."
I then tossed my suitcase into the back and climbed inside of my dad's truck. I waved to everyone and watched as Camp Oriole sped off into the distance.

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