I will not be around tonight. I am at the campground you grew up going to. I am at the campground we went to in high school. The camp ground we would go with your parents to and then sneak off and smooch.
Speaking of smooching for your viewing pleasure I am showing you the bus stop that we use to walk to. Do you remember what we would do at that bus stop. I know the church looks horrible now. I have been kinda sad driving around looking at things.
I love you babe and wish you were able to be here with me.
Pamela PETRIE
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