Wednesday

A Summer Letter

My Dearest Summer,

I do not like you. Please go away.

You may take the chiggers, mosquitoes, and humidity with you.

The ice cream stays.

Sincerely,

Lizz

P.S. (I reserve the right to change my mind about you when my children are old enough for me to take them to the pool by myself. Until then, stay away.)

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