Summers at the park. Dogs on the grille, laugher, water melon, sunshine, that night you suggled closer watching the fire under a stared sky.
That's what they taste like. nostr:note1kzcrz2tsn8lfqwwefzhqlztw9k3cxsgw7ex0paucnem38veclrus8ahumz
I refuse to believe that this is possible.
NO! No no no no no no . . .
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I don't indulge in them much any more. they we never in my house just all around all summer.