The sun is warm. It heats up my neck and the back of my shirt to the point where I feel like I have to move or else I will burst into flames. A fly clumsily slams into my arm before crash-landing on my knee, its annoying buzz pauses briefly, but is quickly resumed as I flick at the crude little bug.
The grass is so cool that somehow it
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Then you get me. Pants in the summer and tshirts. 95% of the time Im covered. God, Im a disgrace to girls everywhere! :)
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xoxo Vannah xoxo
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