I’m currently reading this book I bought from Booksale entitled ”My First French Kiss and Other Traumas”. And while reading, I realized I have not climbed up a tree in my seventeen years of existence. I wonder what is the feeling of sitting above the ground watching the world spin with your special someone.
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