Every summer, I promise myself that this will be the year.
This time will not be like the other times. These months will be different. I
will look back on my previous summer self in loving disdain and shake my head
with appreciative wisdom. I will not have the same problem as I did last year. So
many days, weeks, months have passed. I am an older wiser person now. This year
is the one where I plan and manage and arrange and think ahead.
This is the year I will not start off with farmer tan lines.
I hope.
the thriller comedy version of drabble, this is it!
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