Please do not go.
I cannot wait another year to venture to Port Bay.
To worship the sun. (I mean, not like false idols but, ya know.)
To wear flip flops.
To not have to start the car 30 minutes before going anywhere so I can see the road through my ice covered windshield.
To feel like shaving my legs is useful.
To not have to blow dry my hair.
To wear my Ray Bans every day without looking like a douche.
We could be so great together.
I know you are not even half over but the separation anxiety is terrifying.
I can love you better.
I promise.
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