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“I am never letting you take me out on ‘ghost’ hunts again,” Jawn huffs tiredly. He slowly lays on the grass. “I think...I think I’m just gonna be here for a bit.”

“And our soldier falls,” Awsten narrates, turning the camera towards him. “Yeah, that abandoned Burger King is probably only haunted with rabid animals. Google, sponsor us so we can get our rabies shots.” He’s about to end the recording, but stops.

“Awsten,” Otto beckons softly. Awsten makes a face, but sets the camera where only silhouettes of asphalt and sneakers are in view.

“What?”

“Is this what you do now?”

A pause. “Yeah, kinda. Listen, if you just want your shit back—”

“That’s not where I was going with this. I was gonna ask if I could maybe come along? Like join your little,” Otto rocks back and forth on his feet. “ghost hunting posse.”

Another pause. “You're kidding, right?”

“No! It’s just that I feel bad for—” Otto stops to rephrase. “What I’m saying is, I wanna be a part of this. With you.”

Awsten’s clunky sneaker patters before halting. “Okay. But I’m making your first job on this team carrying Jawn back to the car.”