You lay on your lawn chair feeling nostalgic for no particular reason at all. The plastic sticks to your skin leaving a red, checkered imprint on your legs. God, it's hot - like your air conditioning broke in the middle of august hot - but you're hardly bothered. Your body is too lazy to move. Sweat trickles down your face and you catch it with your tongue. Nothing can beat this feeling. Sweet summer break.

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