Last summer, I was trying to explain he Stampede to him, and not succeeding, because you have to experience it to really understand, and so I told him that we were going to go this year--the parade, the breakfasts, the grounds... the whole deal. I hadn't thought about that in months, but all of a sudden on Saturday, I missed him and wished that we'd had the chance to do all of that. Then the feeling was gone, just as fast as it came, and I didn't think about it again for the entire day.
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