My papa is very far away right now in a place called Montana. It's not as hot in Montana as it is in South Carolina. I don't mind the heat, and I don't know why my papa had to leave me. When I see Nissan trucks like Papa's, I always say his name. And when I see someone with a beard, I say his name. Mom says that he'll be home soon. I sure hope so.... In the meantime, I have a whole lot of new, loud toys that Papa isn't going to like when he comes home. The best one is a lawn mower that blows bubbles. Mimi bought it for me!
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