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"That's your idea of telling me the truth?"
"Actually, he is," piped in Jaxon, who leaned forward with his arms braced behind her headrest. "On our trip up here, we stopped at some national park and put up some tents. We had a few beers, shot the shit, and went to bed. Well, in the middle of the night, something starts hitting our tents and making these really fucked-up noises. So, we all run out to see what the hell is going in, and we see, like, a dozen squirrels dive-bombing the tents. They no sooner bounced off them than they're running up a tree and jumping all over again."