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I have never really felt what you might consider homesick but, alas, here we are. It's an odd feeling. I don't know if I feel more sad or just plain empty.

How does one make this feeling go away? I don't like it.

So assume some English girl you know has been joking about throwing a huge Fourth of July bash for months now and now that the idea is in her head, she's pretty dead set on rolling with it.

What are the must haves? Obviously a cookout is necessary. And cake. A birthday cake, even, can't imagine why. And fireworks, I'm sure I can make that happen if the city itself doesn't beat me to it. (This is, of course, assuming we're back in Goodland proper by then but I imagine we will be).

Any other requests? If we run a sprinkler in the outside area, will the ostriches attempt a murder?

[Filtered to Friends of Steve Rogers...but not Steve, that would be stupid)]
And bring presents! Obviously.