Just Last Summer *working*
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Last published Sat, Mar 22, 2014
I looked into the box labled "summer". There inside the box was a photo albulm covered in a thick layer of dust. I blew the dust away and took a deep breath. I slowly opened the book, revealing many pictures, each one with a different unique memory. I stared at each picture for a while as the memories flooded my mind, clear, as if they had only happened yesterday.
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