the time my brother mowed a crop circle in the front lawn,
the time my father told my brother to put earwax on a coldsore
like your cheek against an old stone, the satisfaction and coldness of that. you are doing nothing for the rock, it doesn't care.
a gentle slope downwards,
a warm red place to put up your knees,
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i miss you too emily hopefully talk soon/see you over summer.
also sweet ice cream cone.
that ice cream is just redonkulous
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