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19-year old history major Steve Connell started up his dad's RV, and the vehicle awoke with a roar, sending a thick cloud of smoke into the lungs of the asthmatic MBA candidate Carl Thomkins, who coughed heavily and ran to the other side of the driveway, to escape the fumes. The RV was hardly top of the line- Steve's dad had taken a road trip in it when he was in college- but Steve figured it would fit all of his friends comfortably, and he didn't question when his dad gave him something- which happened quite often.
"See, I told you!" Steve smiled at his coughing sidekick for the trip, who checked "Make sure the RV actually runs" off on his list. He had written it sarcastically, knowing that Steve probably wouldn't have even bothered if he hadn't. Friends since they were both ate lunch together at Fillmore Elementary, they were an unlikely pair, but they complemented each other well- Carl's sometimes overwhelming sense of organization helped steer Steve's seemingly endless energy, and Steve made sure Carl managed to have some fun every once in a while.
"Last thing on the list, firewood," Carl said, looking up from the clipboard.
"Oh yeah, that's in the garage," Steve nodded, staying seated. Carl paused for a beat, hoping for a moment that he might not be the one to have packed every last item on the list, but turned and headed for the garage when he realized that that hope was in vain. As soon as Carl placed the box of firewood in the far corner of the RV, he felt the beast of a vehicle leap backwards, throwing him into a thankfully plush seat in the back. Steve let out a holler as they drove down Maple Street, to pick up the first group of friends, and finally leave their little suburban college town on the first day of summer vacation.
19-year old history major Steve Connell started up his dad's RV, and the vehicle awoke with a roar, sending a thick cloud of smoke into the lungs of the asthmatic MBA candidate Carl Thomkins, who coughed heavily and ran to the other side of the driveway, to escape the fumes. The RV was hardly top of the line- Steve's dad had taken a road trip in it when he was in college- but Steve figured it would fit all of his friends comfortably, and he didn't question when his dad gave him something- which happened quite often.
"See, I told you!" Steve smiled at his coughing sidekick for the trip, who checked "Make sure the RV actually runs" off on his list. He had written it sarcastically, knowing that Steve probably wouldn't have even bothered if he hadn't. Friends since they were both ate lunch together at Fillmore Elementary, they were an unlikely pair, but they complemented each other well- Carl's sometimes overwhelming sense of organization helped steer Steve's seemingly endless energy, and Steve made sure Carl managed to have some fun every once in a while.
"Last thing on the list, firewood," Carl said, looking up from the clipboard.
"Oh yeah, that's in the garage," Steve nodded, staying seated. Carl paused for a beat, hoping for a moment that he might not be the one to have packed every last item on the list, but turned and headed for the garage when he realized that that hope was in vain. As soon as Carl placed the box of firewood in the far corner of the RV, he felt the beast of a vehicle leap backwards, throwing him into a thankfully plush seat in the back. Steve let out a holler as they drove down Maple Street, to pick up the first group of friends, and finally leave their little suburban college town on the first day of summer vacation.
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