Last Summer

Last Summer

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Romance
I hate the Fourth of July. It was the summer of 2014, I was 18 years old and had just graduated high school. The last thing I wanted to do was spend the summer at the marina with my family, but I was forced to go. My family is fortunate enough to own a lake house, and we spend most of our summer there. It was fun when I was a child, but now, spending that much time with my family is just too overbearing. Little did I know, however, that that summer would be forever burned into my brain. That summer, I met the love of my life. (Thinking about making this into a novel rather than just a short story. Let me know what you think!)
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