I completed our story back in March 2017, literally the same month I began to write it. I marked it as completed because just like everything else, we came to an end. Nearly a year later I'm still adding parts to it because it helps me get over you...
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Brady was invited to come over to our house. We go into the backyard and he admires my dad's huge gazebo he made. We all go swimming and someone almost drowns until my mom yells at someone to get out of the water. We get bored after an hour and go into the garage. Our garage isn't even a place for cars, it's got a huge TV in the center and eighteen hundred work benches surrounding the walls. There's also two recliners in front of the TV. Brady gets my dad's recliner, Mikey gets my mom's and I get the floor because I don't wanna make anyone sit on the floor. You'd think we'd at least have the garage door open, but nope, we closed it, turned off the lights, turned on Zeke and Luther and we eat like five popsicles each. Watching it, we all just stare at the TV, laughing when Zeke's like "fish something or other." My mom comes in and tells us to turn it off while Brady was here. I was getting bored anyway. We open the garage door, and I give Brady my bike and Mikey gets on his. I just walk beside them. Brady doesn't get far until his mom pulls up in the driveway. "BRADY COME BACK!" Mikey yells. He comes back and gets his stuff and then gets into the car. That was that. I had a great day and that's all that really matters.
