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sadly. i have returned. pictures...may be coming later.it was one of the best, by far. our days consisted of watching vh1, MANY extremely cute boys, eating ice cream, liberating wastes of time on the beach, dancing on the bed, boardwalk, fireworks the fourth at the beach...at first when we were packing up, it felt good to be coming home. twenty minutes into the drive, over the bridge and onto the mainland of new jersey, we just wanted to go back. if i had a choice i would never come home, to the same boring city with the same lame girls and unexciting boys, the same beachless valley, the same worthless town. everyone there is so damn good looking. i could not care less about working, in-car, keeping in touch...it all takes too much effort. something in me won't let go this time.there was one certain boy, a surfer...everything's in the past now. i missed greggie an unnervingly small amount while i was gone. i miss the boys at the beach more right now.it's not the i hate this town, it's just the i love that one so much more, to the point that it's absurd. i have never wanted to go back so much in my life.