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There are some nights in spring where it's warm, and there's just enough of a breeze to warrant long sleeves (and perhaps a stolen white shirt on the comfortable side of threadbare), and when it might be a little cold but it's impossible to resist the lure of bare feet on the lake shore with the grass in your toes and stars in the sky.
Kaylee's shoes are only a few feet away.
Her hands are in her pockets.
And her eyes are on the sky, and she's smiling -- something rare enough.
Nights like this it's hard not to be in a good mood, no matter what else is going on.
Kaylee's shoes are only a few feet away.
Her hands are in her pockets.
And her eyes are on the sky, and she's smiling -- something rare enough.
Nights like this it's hard not to be in a good mood, no matter what else is going on.