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Summer is wasted on the young and the restless women go bare-armed on a mission to prove their youthful 'glow' in floral painted dresses that scream "I'm pretty!" And I sit in idleness wondering when Mother Nature will make Her final move
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
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Summer is wasted on the young and the restless women go bare-armed on a mission to prove their youthful 'glow' in floral painted dresses that scream "I'm pretty!" And I sit in idleness wondering when Mother Nature will make Her final move
I hate the heat of Summer.
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 11:22 PM UTC
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