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Our last day at wdw is spent crying the moment I wake up. Then we go to each park one last time &
run to buy those souvenirs we didn't feel like carrying around--and sniffle as I leave each park. Finally, we end up in DTD for one last walk through Disney's Days of Christmas. On the shuttle to the airport, I'm a bawling
mess. It's sad. Even at 25, I cry like a baby because I don't want to go home. Who wants to be a responsible
adult again? There's something wrong with me isn't there?:)
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