Jack shrugged, thought about it, then smiled. "Nowhere else to go. Being adopted and hated is like bringing a store-bought cake to a party when everybody else's' is homemade." He took a bite of his food, and pointed out, "You still haven't told me your name." This camp seemed to good to be true. With people being nice to him and the food, it was like heaven to Jack.

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