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The Summer Night In The Summer And The Last Summer

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I remember it as if it was yesterday, maybe because it was yesterday. No, I’m merely kidding. It was this summer. Not this coming summer, the last summer. And not the summer of the year 2016, the one from this year, 2017. What happened that summer night? Numerous things. It was any other typical summer day for me in the ole’ Fritz household. I was getting bored doing things with Hallie, the dog, or by myself. I thought of a brilliant idea, “I’ll invite Kennedy over, it’s been forever since I’ve seen her.” (It hadn’t been an extremely long time since I last saw her, we simply enjoy hanging out.) Accordingly, I called her up and asked, “Hey, are you busy today? Because if not, you should come over to my house and spend the night or something.” She said, “No, I’m not busy. I need to ask if I can come, I’m sure she’ll say yes. I probably need to clean my room first though. Hence, it might be a while.” I told her that was fine and to swing by whenever she was done cleaning, and that was the end of it. I only had to wait an hour, maybe two, before she arrived at my house. We were incredibly excited to see each other because, actually, I have no idea why. I mean yes we’re excellent friends, still we saw each other a lot, and we talk, and text all the time. I don’t know, we’re weird. We always become excited I suppose. We were comparable to when you come home from a vacation and your dog goes crazy because they’re happy to see you. Similar to that of a dog, perhaps toned down

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