Hilda_Rutherford (bailey1291717)

The scent of chlorine and burnt hot dogs hangs heavy in the air, a phantom smell that hits me sometimes, usually on a day that's too bright, too blue, too aggressively summery. It doesn't just smell like summer; it smells like a specific summer: the summer of '98. I’m eight years

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