


This is the coldest summer. The summer the sun would not shine. The summer the swimming would not happen. The summer the smores would go unfired. The summer the SPF would go unslathered. I'm sorry your summer has been this way, lil' dude. If I could change it for you, I would in an instant. But you don't seem to mind. You roll with the punches. You play the hand you were dealt.
You make your Mama proud.
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