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Day 88

Sorry, I'm writing this so late, I just got off a flight! Nothing like writing past midnight.

Here's a memory from my seventh-grade field day...

We stepped onto the dirt path and started walking with a determination I hadn’t seen in my friend group before. We actually felt somewhat like a unit, maybe it was the matching blue shirts we all coordinated, but maybe, just maybe, we were actually getting closer? We arrived at the large, unkempt field surrounded by other people our age, preparing for the games. Our devotion to the competition was somewhat ridiculous considering we weren't playing to win anything, but it’s the thought that counts.

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