15. Summer
There was just something about eating plain old vanilla ice cream in the back of his old truck - just the two of us sitting there, swinging our legs. It was like the definition of summer, as though it wouldn't be summer without him and his red pickup truck.
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Grey Light
Historia CortaA collection of short pieces, one-shots, character sketches, and scenes that don't belong anywhere (yet). Alternative description: Word dump for thoughts & feelings I want to get out of my head or remember forever. June 2014-2018
