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A Reminder


There are pages to fill, trees to climb, and foods to hate or love.

And there are cities to roam with friends you have yet to meet. 

There are cookies to decorate and puppies to hug.

There are stars to gaze at and clouds to watch. 

There are summer days that will leave to quickly and there are friendships that will last forever.

I know many people have said it before but, there are still good things left in your story.

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