Stepping out the gym this morning, reality hit me like a hooligan in a bad mood with a club.
Summer is gone! Poor little summer, I mourn to have lost you. R.I.P.
Stepping out the gym this morning, reality hit me like a hooligan in a bad mood with a club.
Summer is gone! Poor little summer, I mourn to have lost you. R.I.P.
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