Summer days.
I can feel them coming.
My toes are pulling down, down, down, setting the accelerator to humming. I love the rush of wind against my face.
Yeah. I know they're coming.
Those sweet summer days.
The flecks of water on my skin fizzle up in the sun.
I lean my head back and feel the hot pedal against my bare foot, and pure joy bubbles up inside me.
That's how they go.
Those summer days.
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