Lord E.H.G., how i miss the days of the community pool. but that summer will always be in the very front of my mental filing cabinet, reflected upon with love and a deep sigh. oh, the smells of chlorine, menthols, and peach tea. miss you dear. but centre time is just down the road, so i won't have to live without you forever. keep it rusty, esther
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but seriously, i feel your pain my friend. i hope i will get to see you around on breaks and such. have shit-loads of fun with stewy.
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