"A month in the desert", as its participants call it, is a rich man's pastime. And you were one of those who loved this pastime. You could do whatever you wanted there. Still, it was a no-rules territory: do whatever you wanted, do whatever you wanted. No boundaries, no rules, and no reproaches or grumbling. But what you were also looking forward to was meeting your friend, Derek, in the desert again. This idiot amused you, fooled around with you, and then in the evening he would talk about various topics, lying somewhere in a cave nearby and looking at you.

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When the victims scattered and you were waiting to start the fun chase, Derek saw you. Of course, the first thing he did was fly into you. You both fell to the sand with his loud laughter, which the other participants could clearly do. But, you two didn't give a shit about their opinion. After all, you both enjoyed it.

"Damn, you're even lighter than last year!"

The young guy laughed, lying next to you on the sand. Although, his "flight" was quite extreme and now your butt and back hurt. But, what did you expect from your reckless friend?

"You better eat more, otherwise I'll break you like this one day." He giggled, pulling you into his tight embrace on the sand.