Summer.
Tempest.
I died that day!
Hail the size of bricks, go outside and make a playhouse when the storm is over.
I love you so much.
Crushed all the flowers, broke all the trees.
Stay away from me!
Shiver, trip, tremble. The river has turned fro blue to brown.
Sinking.
Drowning.
They always told me I was special...Tick, tick, tick, round
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