It's the first day of the invasion of visitors. I got home from tennis practice, hadn't even opened my car door, and my mother and Mrs. Vicki came out of one door and my father and Mr. Ken came out of the door on the other side. I felt like I was surrounded. Not that I'm not happy that they're here, but I was a sweaty, filthy, smelly mess that wasn
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