And its late night car rides to starbucks, and random phone calls on the way to our spot, and getting sick on the swings and not flicking right with deep conversations and burying in the wet sand, and your ass getting wet, and going out east to nowhere to find everything, and bright stars and red moons and perfect nights like these that make summer
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which, of course, makes me special.
but we already knew that, didn't we?
so here you go.
(and you're welcome for the quote...)
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