The streamers were a-blowin' in the breeze. Sandwiches as far as the eye could see. Stink bugs dive bombing into your hair. Bicycle earrings and striped robes. Steph made foil hats. Cloth flags and grilled cheese sandwiches. Honey kept mistaking the park patrol for Jojo's dad. There was no ice. There was a wolf spider that kept making an appearance. I never saw it. We were at the pavilion west of the Indians and their white tablecloths. At least eight kinds of cheese were in attendance. My parents arrived after everyone had left. I have wonderful friends.
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