85 One week ago, I never thought I would be sad to leave the resort park. But I am. I already miss the stables so much it hurts. But also, I know we will be back. Right before we left, we stopped at the stables one last time, me and Mom together. “Look who it is,” grinned Jeremiah. “It’s my man Jake. You guys heading out?” “Only for now,” I said. “But first, I wanted you to meet my family. This is Susan Anderson, my mom.” “A pleasure,” said Jeremiah, shaking her hand. Then I held out two papers toward him. My dad’s placemat, and my little sister’s. “And this is Dad and Lucy.”
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