...except me...
i'm still trying to define what summer is. i'm still trying to find that perfect summer. i'm about to live through my 18th summer, and i have no idea how to make it as magical as everyone else's.
maybe someday i'll get that summer romance and that perfect tan. but for now, i'm just gonna breeze my way through it. and hope for the magic to hit me. hard. like a semi. that'd be nice.
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