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It was the summer of the year when the relatives came. They came up from Wyoming, and South Dakota, Colorado, and Oklahoma. They came over from Oregon and Idaho too. They left when the kids were almost old enough to be tired of such things as family reunions, but not quite.
They traveled all day on Monday and almost into the night. And when they arrived at Palmer Gulch where the relatives were, they tumbled out of their minivans and SUVs and fell into the arms of their Aunt Robin and Uncle Jeff and their cousins Matthew and Ashton, Abby and Dillon. They promised never to get into another car so long as they lived.