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Posted on June 26, 2002 by mwhybark

Sweat Flavored Gummi on Summer

A letter to Summer

Dear Summer,

Why are you so fucking hot, summer? I hate your guts. You think you are so great, don’t you? Direct sunlight on your hemisphere. Big fucking deal. I can do that. I’m doing it right now, as a matter of fact.

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