a little now? When It's not pissing rain or drizzling the sky is clear
blue, It's eighty degrees with a clean breeze. Feels like missouri
late summer. I just want to stand with my face to the sun.
Also Trevor's dad sent his new running shoes crammed full of delights
like peanut butter pretzal clif bar - who knew?- and cheese crackers.
I hope Trevor gets home while There's still some left..
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