Dad

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(SCOUT)

I closed the case and packed my bags.

(TIMESKIP)

I walked downstairs, my friends trailing behind me. Jack told me that he would meet me in the car so I hugged him and ran into the living room. I reached under the fifth cushion to grab my blue box. Inside was a basic survival pack: Pocket Knife, Medicine, Tweezers, Rope, Nail File and Small Scissors. Just in case. I walked out the door to his (Ironically) green car and sat in the passenger seat. "Ready?" he asked me. I wiped a small tear from my eye and replied, "Yes... Dad."

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