Monday, May 14, 2012

From Gabe:  One of my friends in the villages is Weson. He is a little kid I like to hang out with. Weson usually doesn’t have clothes on. Weson lives in a village named Piñones. Whenever I get out of the car at Piñones he comes running up to play with me. Me and Weson like to throw and kick balls to each other. Once we leave Piñones, Weson starts to cry because he doesn’t want us to leave. -Gabe

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