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meanwhile, summer is not ours it is not a celebration, it is teddy bears on street corners, bodega flowers on makeshift graves, distorted faces of home-printed memorials on t-shirts the same color and texture as what the dead boy was selling, meanwhile, summer is nothing more than closed houses, decks with grandmothers scowling down at the teenagers who are not sure if they are even real
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
meanwhile summer
meanwhile, summer is not ours it is not a celebration, it is teddy bears on street corners, bodega flowers on makeshift graves, distorted faces of home-printed memorials on t-shirts the same color and texture as what the dead boy was selling, meanwhile, summer is nothing more than closed houses, decks with grandmothers scowling down at the teenagers who are not sure if they are even real
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Nov 1, 2017
Nov 1, 2017 at 5:04 PM UTC
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