Dear G,
I miss summer.
OK bye.
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This is how I usually spend summer in Australia: by swimming and snorkeling at the beach and eating chicken burgers; by making sangria and having a girls night; by running around in the warm breeze and complaining about my freckles; by eating prawns with friends and ice cream followed by a walk around the shops; by having salty hair and eating mangoes and strawberries; by taking my dog for a walk and then a swim and lying by the pool; by turning my pillow over at night to the cold side and having Sunday afternoon drinks at the pub in the sun and enjoying day light savings; by dreading the on set of winter and wishing that summer would last forever.