he's packing the camp stove, the tent, a six pack of cold beer.
I am sitting in his black chair at the computer reading about lunar regolith.
the green cooler is full of cherries, his favorite yogurt and some Granny Smith apples.
the second monitor has this annoying waviness that could give anyone a headache.
the dog is moping already that she is not going, I am moping, too.
first the road bike, then the mountain bike, the sleeping bag and inch thick pad,
this chair is way too big for me, I perch on the edge with a straight back
he asks if I want to go have lunch before he leaves, I stare at the screen
and say no.
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