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summer time


The birds were chirping The sun was shinning Friends drinking soda to fast and burping Picnic outside, some fine dinning The aroma of food being made on the grill Water splashing from the pool Throwing a ball up and down the hill He took his shirt off in front of the girls, what a tool
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