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dear summer,
i love you.
i love your horchata, mexican diners, singing into churros, bike rides, reading on the porch, sleeping in, kilby shows, skirts, dollar movies, so much crystal light, close to zero responsibility, shortcuts, leaves on the trees, drives to hooper, papa johns 5.99 mondays, electric music, talking on the trampoline, dreaming of seven peaks, and even your allergies.
kiss kiss,
alison.