Have you ever been to a hotel?

“I’ll wait here for awhile.”

“The sand still runs through my fingers and the taste of a bitter chocolate remains. I can still see the ruffled marigolds floating along the bright wet pavement at dawn.”

“I only know the weight of the stones in my pockets. Everything else is a nauseating blur.”

“Have you seen him since?”

“You might say a thousand meaningful things, but every instant would be repeated.”

That was the best summer of our lives, and we didn’t even know it.

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