Lemonade
I looked at the glass half empty. Lemonade tipped on my lips. I looked at the glass half empty. My toes drew colonies in the sand. The glass looked half empty, the sour taste was bland. The waves were dramatic like a teenage girl primping for prom. The glass was half empty, I knew it all along.
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