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“You’re packing too much, Gabe.” I watched while he shoved yet another package of underwear into his over filled suitcase. “It’s only three days.”
“Sylar.” He gave me that look mom always did when she was about to tell me I was wrong. “Just because you traveled from one end of the country and back with one pair of jeans and no underwear doesn’t mean I want to.”
“I had underwear.” I frowned, looking down at my single bag. “I know how to travel light.”
“How much?”
“I had enough.”
“Two pairs you wash in the sink is not enough.”
100 Drabbles of Summer Master List
“Sylar.” He gave me that look mom always did when she was about to tell me I was wrong. “Just because you traveled from one end of the country and back with one pair of jeans and no underwear doesn’t mean I want to.”
“I had underwear.” I frowned, looking down at my single bag. “I know how to travel light.”
“How much?”
“I had enough.”
“Two pairs you wash in the sink is not enough.”
100 Drabbles of Summer Master List
