The cover crops were planted, the lumber for the wall bed was cut, the party food was cooked and eaten, the solo for church was played, much schmoozing with the parents and the friends was done, many rounds of the quoits were tossed, and on the way back home from the parents' party, the spontaneous walk (including the little snooze next to the ocean while trying to watch the struggling windsurfer) was taken on the East End. Now the hair has been taken down and is looking impossibly curly, the toenails are still covered with glittery polish, but the T shirt and holey jeans are on and the cat is in the lap. Time for the bed to be investigated.
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