Prologue:
I grabbed my phone and typed it out. And from the mega pixels that sprung on the screen with every letter that appeared, the memory of that summer crept back from the crevices of oblivion. It was the summer I would have rather missed; the summer I wished to forget.
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Summer Memory
RomanceSummer: a memory and a girl. Heartbreak. This is a story of that summer - the summer I decided to get my heart broken.