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Jul 30, 2005 13:01

I'm back.

Frenchboro was amazing this year.  All the time I go up are amazing.  It is a different world.

How is it that the best part of going away always seems to come at the very end?

Sleeping is much easier when your best friend is on the next bed over.  I guess I never really got over sleepovers.

Being at home feels like someone droped a two hundred pound rock into my stomach.

Can I run away and become a fisherman's wife?
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