Next week we're going to Massachusetts for Leo's cousin Molly's wedding.
We're going on Friday and coming back on Sunday, and there isn't going to be much free time.
But Margaret seems to be suggesting that she wants to get out on the water.
She also seems to want us to put some beer in her bottle.
Her ways of communicating are rudimentary at best. But look at this conspiratorial little look.
I feel like here she's got a used car to sell me.
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