Watermelons. Mom came into my room with a plate of them. I was sitting where I am now. My headphones over my ears, eyes staring blankly at the computer screen, my fingers frantically tapping against the keyboard. I seem to forget about the change of seasons once I snuggle in a cushioned chair, in a room that is twenty-four seven cooled by the A/C.
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