The summer goes by too fast, so peace out: throw aside them shorts and do what I just did! Put on some jeans, a belt, and thrust an Anthropologie in your back pocket.
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Will you say to me when I'm gone, Your face is faded, but lingers on, 'Cause light strikes a deal With the coming night Oh, oh, oh, Coming night. -Iron and Wine
