PINING

Mr. Right thought when leaves to work our fun deflates and we pine for his return.

Uhhm.

Sorry honey.

I DOOO pine for your return.  I do, I do.

I pine for thee.

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But on The Fourth we were too busy to pine.

We played outside until we were starving.

Then we went on a picnic (which Mr. Right supplied).

Then we played outside again..

Then our friends ma and pa came over and played outside with us.

Then we did sparklers.

Theeeeeeeen we pined.