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Wish You Weren't by Sherrie Petersen
Wish You Weren't by Sherrie  Petersen













Wish You Weren

I have three siblings and I spent my weekend reunited with them and all the new members of the next generation. Well, Esteemed Reader, I didn't want to be rude:) You might ask why I bothered with the formality of inquiring about your weekend when I could've just started by telling you about mine. I only ask as a segue to telling you about my weekend. Andĭon’t get me started with the mosquitoes.ĭid you have a good weekend, Esteemed Reader? Never mind. I swear it’s still over a hundred degrees out here. To get up at midnight and watch the stars. When I was younger, I thought it was cool At least he already knew our family was crazy before he Every year my mom drags us out ofīed just to see the shooting stars.

Wish You Weren

Of grass in front of our hotel room, hoping that no one looks outsideĪnd wonders what the weirdos from California are doing. First Paragraph(s): IT’S MIDNIGHT AND I’M FLAT ON MY BACK on a patch















Wish You Weren't by Sherrie  Petersen