



I am pretty sure they have that shirt in every single color.
When we arrived at their house they were busy in the kitchen making us chicken. Every time we go over there they feed us. We're always trying to tell them that they don't need to, but they insist. Often, they will go get a Little Ceasars pizza along with making a meal, just to be sure there is something we will like. I can't get over how sweet and happy and kind this family is. Every time we leave, the whole family comes out to the front porch to wave and yell goodbye as we drive away. It makes us feel like rock stars.
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