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Martin: "wow. It's only been like..an hour and this is how we're gonna be-??"
Bentley: "what do you mean?"
Martin: "You've been on your phone the entire time and Jesse hasn't said a word since we got off the bus."
Bentley: "I started a blog."
Martin: "a blog??"
Bentley: "yeah dude, an ask blog, I'm just gonna post our camp stuff and see if anyone engages."
Martin: "okay, but I don't think sitting there and refreshing the page every three seconds is gonna get you anywhere. Just give it a break."
Jesse: "what are people gonna wanna ask you anyways?"
Bentley: "I dunno. But it's something to do, I guess."
Martin: "something to do?? We're in a summer camp, there's things to do."
Bentley: "something to do for now, I mean."
Martin: "you could always spend time with your friends, yknow, the ones sitting right In Front of you."
Bentley: "I will, man! God, just give me a seco-"
Charles: "hey, We're getting ready to have a water gun fight in the field! You guys should come join us."
Jesse: "do we have to?"
Charles: "well- i mean.."
Martin: "yeah dude! Stop being so miserable and come have some damn fun for once."
Jesse: "..fine."
Bentley: "thanks for inviting us- what's your name again?"
Charles: Charles! You are-..??"
Bentley: "Bentley, you can call me Ben for short if you want,"
Charles: "alright!"
Martin: "yknow, I dunno why you gotta be so angry all the time.."
Jesse: "get off my ass about it."
Martin: "okay, okay."
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