Samm, Katie, and I hung out at the Garde house the night before we left for the beach. Cole played his Amurican music and introduced us to the most ridiculous apron I've ever seen. Samm pronounces 'milk' like 'malk.' We made ourselves a chocolate cake and I finally won the homemade Sorry! game. We laughed a lot and threw dice at each other and I stole some girl's sunglasses. Not a bad way to start off the rest of my summer nights.
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