George is a saint. Who is George you ask? Oh just St. George, Utah.
Yes. I defeated Provo's white snow and all.
I pick up my backpack, shoved a swimsuit and some shirts, hopped in my cousins car and off we went for a weekend excursion to St. George.
The weather was 75 degrees sunny and it was all a mighty treat.
We put school aside, and laid out by the pool.
indulged in-n-out.
played lazor tag.
climbed the dixie rocks.
rotted our teeth with candy around the fire.
and practiced our tennis skills.
delightful?
indeed.
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