the dishwasher is humming, the boys are out back catching drops of the sprinkler that fall on the deck, Andrew is contemplating our grass situation, I smell of bug spray, the sun is still bright, the air is still warm and thick, I am noticing some sunburn on my shoulders from our day at the park with friends, I am about to go wrangle my three boys for a trip to the Italian ice stand.
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