A Day at the Beach
The bright, hot sun is out.
I'm trying to tan, but who am I kidding?
I burn faster than marshmallows in a fire.
I usually caption pics, my bff featuring me the lobster.
I'm not red yet, so that's nice.
Did I mention, I hate seagulls.
Oh sorry, I just really hate them.
All they do is attack you for food and then give it back to you in a way you don't want to receive it.
I won't go there, I promise.
The beach can be fun, but after a while it gets boring and irritating.
Sand in my swimsuit, food isn't fresh, and the waves are way too much.
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