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Isn’t it funny how the littlest things can trigger a memory? Sitting here sipping soda over crushed ice in one of those metallic cups from old. The frost popping instantly. The coldness shimmering off the sides. The chill running through my teeth.
It reminds me of days spent outside running around during summer vacation. Coming inside all hot and sweaty. The coke tasting exquisitely cold and wonderful sipping from the metal cup.
Ah summer where have you gone?
Ciao
Thoughts of an Old Fart 