Summers of Wondering
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“Summer became my favourite season when I met him.
Summers were always filled with sun-kissed skin, popsicles and long walks at the beaches with the sunset. There was a summer, years back, where it rained and we had the time of our lives. I miss that summer and every year I long for that summer. I wish it was always summer. I kept thinking, Next summer, I wonder if he'll be there again.
Foreword
stupendous- original storyline.
prompt: "Next summer, I wonder if he'll be there again."
this story is an entry to Summer Writing Contest
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