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o n e h u n d r e d t h i r t y f i v e

||i miss the starry, warm, peaceful summer nights. i miss stargazing on the dock for hours on end. i miss the stupid riddles told at campout. i miss hearing the many voices singing. i miss the time we spent down in the kitchen basement for an hour or so. i miss cookout and "will it float?!" i miss minnow races with pickles and dingle as the two finalists. i miss the variety show skits and the angle-ball one especially when the chairs were thrown. i miss you and your hugs. your comforting voice and your beautiful smile. i miss late night walks through the woods and staying up to watch the sky. i miss you. i miss it all. and i know i may not see some of you again, but others i will. so ill wait and ill pray. ill see you again some day. and may those six months remaining, pass by quickly, and the summer ones, never fade away.||