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john kelley...err, gary?!

so there is this guy that runs around drew and rachels area that apparently (upon hearing from them) has an uncanny resemblance to dad. his running style, his apparel, and chiseled face all resemble dad. (i cant wait to see him!!!!).

being dorky, rachel and i have these conversations where we dissect how we think it is totally dad just keeping his eye on us...little does gary know that my dad has taken over his body, haha. welllll, the other day, he stopped rachel randomly to introduce himself. no reason at all. just saw her walking emmitt and decided to say hello. totally crazy!?? i mean, noone does that. he even took off his glove and shook her hand.

and gary...4 letters. john...4 letters. i told you, dissect everything! soo, either i want rachel and drew to take a picture (haha, stealth mode...cant let him see!!!) or i want to see him. its totally funny and makes me smile thinking that dad is still roaming around. god bless him, hes still running...in his normal attire. god love him!! xoxo

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haha drew and i are laughing :)

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