Rolling hills and pepporoni rolls

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Early morning December 25

I woke up in the guest bedroom of Annie's house, my grandmother's cousins daughter is named Annie. I had ever met her before the other day. She in a police officer and is normally on a case and can't make it to the boarder. Her house is really nice, she makes average money back home but in West Virginia rich starts at seventy-five thousand a year. She seems to think that I've never had a taste of West Virginia life.

Admittedly I hadn't before then, and I have to say it wasn't super bad. The food was very different, the type of thing that's amazing if you haven't had it before and is good if you only eat her and there. For breakfast I tried a pepperoni roll, it's pepperoni and a cheese stick wrapped in a croissant and put in the oven. Chloe and I both fought the same thing about the food, good every once in a while. Both of us agreed we could never live in West Virginia, there are so many red-necks not to be mean but it's true. Apparently you can marry your first cousin but if you get divorced you can't get remarried to the same cousin, this just shows that lots of people marry their first cousin, divorce them then try to remarry them which is kind of odd.

Later all of us went next door, that's where the part was this year. Chloe and I were baffled by the fact that there was no snow o the ground, it was almost seventy degrees, at the end of December. Later in the day dad yelled, '' Girls dinner!''

I had never been in my aunts home before, not Annie my other aunt Lily. Lily I have met before. She's very nice and acts a lot like Chloe in my opinion. I've only been around her at the holidays so she might just be in a good mood from that. I talked to my family, for a few hours I forgot that almost half my family was in another country, half the way around the world from home.

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