Lounging around in the shade all day, playing games with Master Niccolo, dousing ourselves with ice-water (in chemises), eating ice cream bars, watching the belly dancers at the Whitestar (and in Isles for that matter), eating yummy tri-tip and mushroom-and-sweet-onion shish-kabobs - it was such a hard life...
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You'll have to come out here. That's clearly the only solution.
P.S.: Come home soon! We miss you!
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