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On another note, I just walked six miles today. I'm so proud of myself. I don't know how I'm not tired. Or dead. My sister wanted to kill me because every time she wanted to go back home I was like, "NO! Just a little more!" By the time we got past Subway on our way back from the trail she had a blister the size of Montana on the back of her ankle. As if having to listen to me blab endlessly about the guy I like every day isn't bad enough. I'm a horrible sister.
I can't wait for Friday. I want to open all my presents. Even though I already know what half of them are.
au revoir
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