When you're 17, living in Florida and waiting for the big graduation day, the thing to do is head for the beach with as many friends as you can round up. To frolic in the surf, to play in the sand. Bronzing your skin, for all the world to admire. Bringing home shoes full of...
...sand. Towels of...sand. Swimming trunks of...sand.Sand...my new found nemesis. I'm just going to leave my vacuum out until right before the party. My floors have never been cleaner!
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Oh, how I remember those days like they were.....10 years ago. I'm pretty sure I did the same thing to my mother.
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