Summer is the name of a girl I once dated, many moons ago. It is also my favorite time of year. People who don't know Los Angeles say one of the things that they hate about it is the fact that there are no seasons, (and the traffic) if they lived here, I know they would see that each season is clearly defined. I opened the front door yesterday morning, and I could smell summer coming, (not the girl but the season) I think that deserves a wink;)
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