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This young man is coming home today from a 2 year jaunt in the land of Indonesia. I AM SO PUMPED. Payton and I are what you might call best buddies. We look out for each other. When I was trying to date the long-haired, jeep-diving, punk music listening bad boys in grade 10, Payton convinced me to go on a horse ride with him to sway my views of said bad-boy. We rode horses to Town Pump (back then it was known as Esso), tied them to a gas pipe, got slurpees and had a nice long chat. It was a great time and I was touched that my younger cousin cared so much about my personal life and well-being.
PAYTON! Welcome Home. Thanks for being the best cousin ever. Can't wait to annoy Amy to death singing Apples and Bananas.
I believe Payton also got in a fight with "said bad-boy". Remember that Jess? Huh?!?! Do ya, do ya, do ya?!?!?!
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