i'm thinking of you and the smell of sunscreen. and the sheraton on a monday night. pilots and zombie streets. electric feel in the air, as if something big is about to happen. ice cream and stories of barcelona. beach day and noisy people in the metro. vodka lemons and piggy back rides. fuzzy sparkling nights. half of nightmare before christmas and falling asleep on your shoulder. melancholy walks to the bus stop. colacao's, sissy teas and being fourteen again. do you want to hear it? the smell of sunscreen.
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