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I had a vague idea of what was going to happen this summer. Sloppy, half baked and half finished breakfasts, showing up five minutes late to the wrong activity, unreasonably threatening wild horses roaming about and showers that were either too hot or too cold were all that was on my schedule. Heck, maybe I'd even finish my sketchbook if I really wanted to add some flavour to the holiday. I don't remember adding monsters, myths, legends, and strangest of all, Ramona to it. And the worst part of it? As long as she's here, I don't mind. ... This is my own story. If you see anybody reposting it, please inform me. If you want to use any of the characters, please contact me first.
Chapter I; "Can I see your hat?"
