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A family weekend


After a big week ends , family decides to go for a trip the kids and mother , everyone was so excited to go laughter , eggs cooked and , Emily invited her tour for a keep it fits one another ; any one dad ask lightened to show aloud ,were , a treat is land not only sought to the drip hey , wait , man , brother , a really fun , the rose so righted to low this out there , Craig he said , suddenly cut the entire of it below with grip sit , she meant , brother , here your turn , eat now , silent to crew later to a lake they went , the family feels might tend to how a whole step it meets a kind show there , allowing a son ,to go inside it to a ship elder Craig too he went totally , to miss high mad , known more as a hop hip it is where nature and events on , dad has in mind to draw to capture a leg with tens , where are we , kids are frightened to beep the rests with a harder , all on fun , but in moment eye did saw all there finger with hands , so fully , hulk made head , a raw more to dip Craig’s great father , he has seen on plus the one final a thousand years ago adventure , we seek the next , dad willing till night so far in jeep Please , wife and daughter , annoying so tired to a snow a matter , where in land , Emily , guess ,I am dead to look for hop hip Craig is at nigh there , a dirty one , he has to go find it a sweep the aches then, where mother wants ,I saw a height wiz I am low Craig got injured , cover me , he said it , with snow he wore a slip it is night darker , slipping on , in jeep hiding of snow as late , all know there , add me close so I won’t die on hood ,i froze deep . it hits our ladder , on the roof in , slow heard it little bro Snow turn finished in end , suddenly night passed , a morn to live He wakes with his brother, good morn then , how is your fried leg , bro well , hair of Emily is with dad’s , totally they cried it over lip Hey kids , the sun there , we really shine ,she slow walked through A letter of Nick , a peer friend , I think it matters , I know I work ,we are yep .
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