Doing another one of these because bored <,3
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All summer, I fantasised about sunflowers flourishing, looming certainly in June after Novembers seasonal saplings delicately injected Junebugs solemnly, avoiding disastrous ideological jewels accumulating smotheringly, decidedly just in sunny afternoon nights. Just as cars accurately signal justice, avoiding sorrows opening wounds without overtly exiting with fewer equal wars raging half fundraising designations. So nostalgic
I literally had nothing better to do tbh