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I wash my hands clean of whatever happened in spring. I'll be more honest now, but I won't include any information that's too revealing. I want to share with you, but my life, down to the detail, isn't something I'll ever be ready to post to the world.

It's summer now, and we're in monsoon season. The world gets gray, rains on us dried-out desert people, and leaves for us to choke in the humidity.

Nothing good ever comes out of summer.

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