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day fifty-eight


We went to Wilson's Prom today, which turned out to be one of those "the Beuro of Meterology is wrong, of course I looked at the right place" things. There was lighting, thunder, terential rain and everything. But it cleared up long enough for us to take some photos down on the beach and make some sausages. Dad's friends, the Appleman's, came along but that was all right I guess. I was tired.
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