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Hi Ronnie, I’m spending summer in my hometown, but I’m regretting it.
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The water system broke. Luckily, our town’s hydro-genius engineer fixed
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it quickly. Afterward, she asked the proxy general about the schedule. But
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she left the car bonnet (the hood) open all night—can you believe that?
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Naturally, the car gong went off at midnight and woke everyone in town.
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When I arrived, she was alone on the porch, which felt a little odd. Later,
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the reluctant alum finally showed up just as things were starting to settle.
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My family and I walked by the harbor on a sunny day, enjoying the clean
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air; the dock's nitro generator kept it fresh for hours. Eventually, people
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started gathering and chatting—the buzz increased as evening fell. I just
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sat in the porch swing, trying to relax. But after a minute or two, I got up.
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Then, I tried the trick you taught me—it was pretty rad on my skateboard.
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Later that night, I walked past the building down the street with silicone
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panels on the roof; not far off, I passed the old church with a cob altar.
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Nearby, a candle ad caught my attention in a window as I kept walking.
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The cop performed his duties well, keeping things in order and control.
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Looking up at the sky, I thought of the vast, endless Mongol desert—calm
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and still. Anyway, I hope things are better on your end—Nick Ellison.
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