And he's gone. Plopped into a parking garage at the MTC, a hug for Mom, a few photos snapped by a missionary practicing Japanese, and we were off.
Almost home now. Happy for him but feeling like the car is a little empty.
Just remember: No hittin' no spittin' no spammin' and no lesiure suits. Be nice.
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Just remember: No hittin' no spittin' no spammin' and no lesiure suits. Be nice.