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I do believe the real heaven’s gate is somewhere in Fort Lauderdale, or maybe that’s just God’s waiting room.” “You’re still so hilarious!” Josie called from across the road. “Is it open-mic night in the swamp?” Kelsey jeered. “It is, actually, but even the crickets don’t chirp after my punchlines.” I smiled, “Did ya’ll develop an allergy to clothing over the winter? You seem to have an aversion to it.” “We’re on summer vacation, Dad.” Josie grinned behind her aviator sunglasses. “We need to get some tan-lines before going off to college.” Kelsey said, displaying a pale thigh that would never in a million years be anything darker than Swedish ivory. “Only thing you’ll get wearing that getup is a venereal disease.” I snorted, “Ya’ll better get in here before paying customers arrive.” “Oh, Dad!” Josie and Kelsey laughed in unison, and came sprinting across the lawn. There were my girls, those jubilant smiles on their faces, that mischievous excitement sparkling in their blue eyes. 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