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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Dear Summer,

I miss...

sitting on my roof watching the sun set at night.
swimming in my pool for an entire day even when it's dark out.
walking to motion with out getting hypothermia.
wearing shorts and a t-shirt everyday.
being outside with my neighbors.
playing man-hunt and having my mom freak out about ticks.
motion summer spectacular.
small groups.

basically everything about you, Summer.

And I just have one request; please hurry.

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