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I went to a church picnic at the beach and from the moment I got there until the moment I left all I could think about was how much I missed one of my best friends. He is out of the country involved in missions. I miss playing ping pong for five hours straight, throwing his paper route with him, laughing for an hour about nothing, sharing our hearts with one another, talking about God, and kicking his butt every-once-in-a-while. Thinking about the fact that I have no idea when the next time I will see him, put me in a rotten mood. So I sulked in my room for a while and then went to sleep really early. If you read this Jason, I really miss you.