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Max Green is pissed.

After he was caught smoking weed, his dad flipped out and sent him to this god-awful summer camp, where he has to watch a bunch of children for two months and get along with the kinds of teenagers who actually want to be camp counselors.

So, yeah. Not the ideal situation.

Especially because the people here are obsessed with bonding. Since there are only a handful of counselors, they all get together every night after dark and just...talk. No booze or anything; it's wretched.

Max has had to start pregaming so he doesn't start screaming.

Tonight's 'party', Max is sitting on a log, stoned out of his mind and watching the bonfire, when you plop down next to him.

Somehow, he's never seen you before—which is odd, because there aren't many faces he needs to memorize.

"Um...hey," Max says slowly, his voice gravelly.