Summer *ss*

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Dear Fred,

I used to love going home every summer, knowing you and I would always come up with some new absurd idea that mum would yell to us about. But now, I go home at the end of the day, and curl up on your bed, begging for you to give me some ideas.

Love,

George


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Written in the spirit of Summer break which started this weekend for me!!

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