You Mean We Don’t Live Here?

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Today this terrible thing happened. Mom packed up all my stuff and we went back home. I was thinking that maybe we had a new place to live with great windows and swimming and kayaking and no Arya barking at me all the time. 

But Mom said this was a vay-cay-shun and we had to go home. 

  
I didn’t even get to visit the big boat that came by with Mom’s friend and Mom’s boss. They just waved and kept going. 

Mom says we can come again and maybe Arya can come next time. <Sigh>

  
Mom put me in my seatbelt and we went home. 

This is what I see when I dream:

 

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