Luke really misses his sisters and brother while their gone at school. When we were in Taos he would get himself "dressed" in the morning, find a bag or backpack and wait at the door. He was not happy when he didn't get to go. These days, he's figured out that he can reek much more havoc without those kill-joys taking their toys and prized possessions away from him.
No, those are not HIS pink crocs.
No, those are not HIS pink crocs.
This is the sad, I can't believe you won't let me go too face.
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