Alright. I'm out of here! Troy shouted as he jumped down from the table.
Thanks for having breakfast with me. I replied.
Mom I comin' back, we gonna have a beach picnic.
Right then I looked outside at the 6 plus inches of snow that had fallen overnight and nothing sounded better at that moment than having a picnic on the beach with my Buddy.
Mom there no bears, or foxes, or wolvses, there nothin to be afraid of here.
That is my kind of picnic.
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