foreward. we fall in love with each other, with others, then we hate each other and worry and drink about it while dancing. sometimes we run in the rain smiling, and sometimes we cry because it's ruining our days and our clothes. there are smiling serafina pasta dinners and sad ones. too much champagne at pauls and not enough at up&down. we made it through though, and summer's over.
the degradation of summer
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