Let's see. This was Friday. So sickly me was Thursday. Okay. We went to the park on Friday to walk the dogs, and Danny decided to relive some childhood memories by flying a kite. Or more like...trying to fly a kite. Poor kite. It was dead after like, two minutes. It never made it off the ground, and never had a chance. Apparently, it's not like riding a bike.
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