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When is summer coming? I can't stand looking outside and everything is ugly brown. Really ugly. I want to wear shorts, and flip flops, and eat slurpees while floating around in my pool. I want to feel the grass under my feet and feel the breeze across my face while reading under my dads tree. I want to get a pedicure at least once a month with every color under the rainbow painted on my nails. I want to go on trips, even if that means going camping every once in a while. I'm ready to drink margaritas at sunset, and remember how beautiful life really is.
When is summer coming?
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