Well actually the credit for that little snippet goes to Shawna's grandfather. I present, a clip of my paper:
The summer after sixth grade, when I was twelve, I went with her and her grandparents to Branson, Missouri for a week. Looking back, I think it was a lot of fun, but I remember being bored out of my mind for most of the week. Her grandfather had gone to fish in the lake. I didn’t like fishing. There was nothing really to do. So for a week, Shawna and I had to keep each other company. We did go fishing, and swimming, and did some fun stuff in Branson, though. However, after the eight hour drive back up from Branson, Shawna got out and walked me up to my door. When we said good-bye and Shawna returned, her grandfather turned around and looked at her and said, "That boy is as queer as a football bat."
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The summer after sixth grade, when I was twelve, I went with her and her grandparents to Branson, Missouri for a week. Looking back, I think it was a lot of fun, but I remember being bored out of my mind for most of the week. Her grandfather had gone to fish in the lake. I didn’t like fishing. There was nothing really to do. So for a week, Shawna and I had to keep each other company. We did go fishing, and swimming, and did some fun stuff in Branson, though. However, after the eight hour drive back up from Branson, Shawna got out and walked me up to my door. When we said good-bye and Shawna returned, her grandfather turned around and looked at her and said, "That boy is as queer as a football bat."