It was a forgotten summer, unlike the rest. I was half my size, twirling like an autumn leaf fleeing the branch. There was a garden behind an old forgotten house, covered with ivy, hiding a door; but it was locked. I didn't disturb it; I turned it into a backdrop.
This was one of my favorite last minute summer outfits because it was so casual. Grab a pair of cutoffs, a floral dress to turn into a tank, and a cardigan. Grab an italian soda, strut down the sidewalk, pretend like you're someone when really, you just look like a misplaced garden ornament.
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