"1970'ten Çiçekler Genç ve yalnız George Davidson eski bir telefonu kullanarak 50 yıl önce yaşayan bir çocuk ile konuşabileceğini fark ediyor." Bu kitap bana ait değildir sadece çeviri bana aittir. Eğer asıl yazar kaldırmamı isterse kaldırırım. Asıl kitap kaldırılmıştır. Fakat bazı okuyanlar başkaları da okuyabilsin diye tekrar yükledi. Tekrar yükleyen kişiden kitabın tüm sayfaları alınarak yazılmıştır. Kitap tam anlamıyla çevrilmiştir hiç bir değiştirme yoktur. Edit: Kitap asıl yazar tarafından geri yüklenmiştir yazarın izni içn bekliyorum ona göre burayı değiştireceğim.

Hi! I am uploading this because some people are finding it hard to find the original copy of "Heat Waves". In no way shape or from am I discrediting the original writer, and all the credit sincerely goes to them. Thank you and I hope you enjoy! <3 Crediting Link: file://Downloads/Heat%20Waves.pdf Cover art link: https://www.google.com/url?sa=i&url=https%3A%2F%2Ftwitter.com%2Ftsoatu%2Fstatus%2F1327668601839468545&psig=AOvVaw19YLCMBar14Va5IBPtEESv&ust=1609467700084000&source=images&cd=vfe&ved=0CA0QjhxqFwoTCJijhc2U9-0CFQAAAAAdAAAAABAD

PLEASE do not report this. the original creator is tbhyourelame. This is a copy from a03. If you want to read more and dont want to wait for me to publish more chapters, please register an a03 account :) credits to the author: tbhyourelame. I WILL DELETE THIS‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️ Summary Dream has always held a gentle admiration for George, but when their nuanced friendship trickles into his sleeping mind, he awakens to a new world of conflicting emotions and longing. Lost in the midst of a heat wave, he continuously listens to a song that works itself in to the very core of his heartache. Floridian nights, unsent messages, spiraling infatuation, and terrible, terrible weather. A breath of frustration escapes George's lips. "I don't do that." "You do. It's okay," Dream says. He feels pinpricks of warmth building in his chest. The words rise up faster than he can temper, laced with soft honey, "you're so cute." The call falls silent. They heard it. The affection in the tone of his voice, different than usual, no trace of humor. The way it came from the hearth below his heart, glowing with secrecy and shame-for George, and George only. They had to have heard it. -inspired by the song "heat waves" by glass animals

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