Our summers are not equal.
Summer means one hot month, one week. Reconciliation day, negative weather.
Thinking back, I secretly laughed. I wanted to chill. I wanted something but ended up wrapped in a bundle of boiled rice.
The chapter is hot and hot and cold. Mom 🤣🤣
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