Monday night, cookies were baked.
Tuesday, I came home.
Wednesday I re-attacked my Latin grammar after a week-long break.
Thursday morning I made blueberry pancakes.
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Friday night, we popped firecrackers and my brothers amazed me with how quickly they could burn through 144 sparklers.
And today, for the Forth of July, we ate hot-dogs, hamburgers and root-beer floats. Because what better way to celebrate America's independence than eating inherently American foods.
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