I miss summer nights.
When I would step out onto the back porch, the heat would hit my face as the crickets sang, and the lightning bugs would light up.
I would look up at the sky and see a beautiful sunset.
Now... all I see is gray.
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chapter four:
I miss summer nights.
When I would step out onto the back porch, the heat would hit my face as the crickets sang, and the lightning bugs would light up.
I would look up at the sky and see a beautiful sunset.
Now... all I see is gray.
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