7.
We finally got back to my hometown. It looks just how it did when we left. Pretty and serene little neighborhood. We stopped at the grocery store to pick up a few things. Dinner for the night and whatever else we might need. I was so happy to be back in my old stomping grounds. I wonder when I’ll be able to see my friends again. I haven’t seen them all summer. They must’ve gotten into a lot of fun stuff while I was gone. Time to go see if my old room is still intact. I’m so tired from the drive.
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