Jun 13, 2006 04:50
it is summer when you come home at night and the birds are chirping, the sky turned from black to blue.
when a good thing turns bad and is replaced by a possibly good thing
maybe i am capable of the summer fling, no strings kinda deal. if so, this could be a kickass summer once again.
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(i'll be your fling coach if ya want) lol.
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