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r holiday and I returned home with g

dear. I'm pr

nks,

short stay at Kenne

h was my dad's very good friend. He was a very kind man who loved

d far out of Blueville. I'd gone there once because my fa

ughter, Heather, she was four by then and her little sister, Sawyer was still a two year old baby. It'd been long

dea! But um, will Mrs

asn't as smiley and kind as her husband. She was quite strict. I remember she used to refuse

she

h.

d chu

he's a good person. She

um,

t well, I wasn't going let her sp

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couldn't wait for the weekend. We'd be spending two weeks there. Awesom

odbye to the employees and I said goodbye to my horse, Strike.

nd made jokes throughout the

on in the middle of nowhere to fill

ad

es

hun

e's a little café

ka

n to have breakfast because we'

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ranch was as big as ours. They had very vast lands and enough cattle too. As we drove in, I sa

going t

ng Mr Kenneth could be seen at the veran

uckled happily when my da

." my dad laughed and

ned to me, "You've grown taller than the last

could only depend on Mr ken. He was like a

you." I

he girls won't recognise

e breakfast. Even if you've already

, I kno

are of your bags." he said,