This was supposed to be a family trip, but we were worried about air quality in L.A. because of the forest fires, and so we left all the kids at home.
And now Big A and I are at this hipster hotel by ourselves.
Whatever will we do?
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my mother is old, my father older the hopes in my heart older too I will them to come back daily the way every day shows the way every day ...
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