Every
year, without fail, come the end of summer I feel maudlin. No more unstructured days together, shared
jokes, and easiness in each other’s company. 
Monday, 2 September 2013
Dog Days of Summer
Every
year, without fail, come the end of summer I feel maudlin. No more unstructured days together, shared
jokes, and easiness in each other’s company. 
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