Aisle 9- Dairy, Creamer, Salt.

it was a long summer day cramped sunshine jessamine yellow hanging in the air as jump ropes flipped, sunk, grilled like the sheen of room temperature butter. little dollops of curiosity spoonfed by uncombed hair and scabbed knees. tricylce treads oozing on the hot asphalt as endless squeals of "chicken" poured salt into the age of innocence.
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