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Summer

Toes dipped into the lake that was Thetis, the water a rich green at its depths. Funny how that worked: deeper water, deeper hues.

We sat together, jeans rolled to our knees, looking like kids. Laughing like kids. Our lips painted red from the popsicles we ate, the ambiguousness of their flavour today's top topic. So many red fruits, all vying for the position of summer's favourite commodity: the red ice lolly.

Eventually the conversation ebbed, slipped into silence, and our toes became shriveled raisins. Gosh darn the carefree days of an adult summer. Does such a thing even exist?

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