I'll tell a story,paint you a picture from my past..I was so happy,but joy in this life seldom lasts

[demurred_apathy]

Our hair was matted down to our sweaty foreheads because of all the frolicking we had made into a weekly ritual. We’d stand in the middle of the bike arena with dirt under our fingernails and dust accenting the contours of our faces. Our hands would be placed together with our imaginary, yet very official, Planeteer rings raised to the sky we were

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[sassyasstronaut]

hey boo. we shall frolick when you get out of school. good luck on finals this week. i love you.