chapter 8

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Ralph woke up, his eyes squinted and blurry as he rubbed them. He looked around and a sudden chill went up his bones. Jack wasn't there. He sat up, running his palms through the thin layer of sand on the rock. Ralph sighed, his eyes turned to the dying fire, a sad look spread across his face. They'd never get rescued if the fire isn't tended to like needed.

He added spare sticks trying to make it rise a bit more, just enough to make smoke.

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