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Last Day of Break

On the last day of break, we tried to have as much fun as possible. We ended up at the mall, and I got some new boots!
When I was little, I loved Jurassic Park. I used to walk around the house with a flashlight saying I was looking for dino droppings. After I got my boots, we saw this huge pile of dirty snow that looked like... Dino droppings! So we took a picture.

Then, we went out to Red Robin's for dinner. Since school was about to start, Sammy even let me get a milkshake.
So good!

After dinner we went to see Selma. It was a great movie! I learned so much and felt so much. It was MLK weekend so the timing was perfect. 

After dinner though, Sammy had a tummy ache like he's never had before. It was so bad that we didn't go to church the next day. If I had a tummy ache that bad, I'd be crazy anxious and would have wanted him to stay with me, so I stayed with him. I love my Sammy. Even though he had a tummy ache, it was a fun day to celebrate the last day of freedom before school. Looking back only a month later, that feels like it was so long ago! This semester has been crazy!

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