Monday, July 19, 2010
8:48 PM Vacation, all I ever wanteeedddd....
It's a sunny morning in Stone Harbor. Tara is sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast while the rest of the family gets ready to go to the beach.
Mom: Don't flirt with the boys next door while we're gone.
Tara: (not looking up) Oh, don't you worry about me.
Mom: Well, we know they have alcohol, so I didn't know if you'd suddenly find yourself being pulled in that direction.
Love,
Tara
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