WAIT! STOP!

Dear Summer of '07:

It is only June and you have already completely overwhelmed me. Every weekend until the end of August is already jam-packed and I am feeling claustrophobic! Please slow down, I beg of you. Summer is the essence of my being and if you fly by without even so much as a "hello, I'm here, bask in my sunny goodness", then I will be heartbroken and furious.

You came like a thief in the night, let me soak you up-
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