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Summer

I know it is summer when I have the urge the get the beach body.

I know it is summer when kissu didn’t come home for one night. (summer party?)

I know it is summer when they sell fans.

I know it is summer when every guy in the park go shirtless.

I know it is summer when a baby squirrel running passed through your head while you asleep.

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