Why does the first time it hits 70 in the year, make me think of summer? It makes me think of flip flops and sundresses. Of vacations to our usual destination, Disney. Of warm weather and beaches. Of sweat and being lazy at the same time. Slurpees and watermelon. And  of course long nights and endless weekends.

And Kenny. Chesney, I mean.

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