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The Texas Cowboy

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The Texas Cowboy Down in the heart of Texas, lives one of my favorite people in the world. He tries his hardest every year to come up and visit us, but he cannot always make it. He used to live in New Jersey, then it was Louisiana, but then he moved to Texas. Even though I was not alive when he moved, it seemed that he was moving farther and farther away from us. Thomas says that Texas is a really nice place to live. Every time that he visits, he says that he is a kid again. It’s as if I am a fountain of youth. When he comes up, he loves to hang out with me, but we also love to go to Gettysburg. We are always messing around and acting like kids. Thomas is so used to the heat in Texas, that when he comes, he only brings shorts and flip-flops, even if it is thirty degrees and snowing here. When we went to Gettysburg this past Thanksgiving, it was around 35 degrees. He was freezing, so I gave him my brand new hat that I had just bought. Of course he took it, but he did it reluctantly. While walking around the battlefield, people just stared at him like he was ten feet tall and had four eyes. The hat was the cutest little penguin hat with sparkles and fluffy pom-poms on it. He really felt like a kid again. We just love when our tumbleweed rolls up from down south. We are planning on rolling ourselves down sometime soon. I cannot wait!