So there we were, Dakota and I, toasting our marshmallows in her fire pit and discussing Dakota's copy of Flat Stanley, when suddenly we heard a loud crash, turned, and witnessed a horrifying rollover crash. It seems that Blake, speeding down the hill with the pink stroller in high gear, lost control at the curve and went rolling down the hill, severely crimping the newly sprouted grass. Dakota and I carried on, toasting our marshmallows, preparing to make Samoas. All's well that ends sweetly!

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