Still summer

So you get the idea, right? Here comes the sun with his full might, putting the city on fire and keeping people in the dark shades of the trees.

And there you are, standing in the middle of the crowd, while others are hiding from the rays and running away from it's wrath. You stand there, unmoved.

Right where the sun's glare is at its peak and where shadows die, you fight the blazes and the tans.

Yet you feel perfectly cold.

(I want summer back. I want bum life back.)

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