Iwo weeks following the homeing dance, my life pretty much returo normal. My father was ba Washington, D.C., which made things a lot more fun around my house, primarily because I could sneak out the window again ao the graveyard for my late night forays. I dont know what it was about the graveyard that attracted us so. Maybe it had something to do with the tombstohemselves, because as far as tombstones went, they were actually fairly fortable to sit on.
We usually sat in a small plot where the Preston family had been buried about a hundred years ago. There were eight tombstohere, all arranged in a circle, making it easy to pass the boiled peanuts bad forth between us. Oime my friends and I decided to learn what we could about the Preston family, and we went to the library to find out if anything had been written about them. I mean, if yoing to sit on someoombstone, you might as well know something about them, right?
It turns out that there wasnt much ab……（内容加载失败！）
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