This is the last summer.
Two lads of thirteen sauntered past;
One in barefoot with a backpack;
One in khaki shorts, with shoes and black socks
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A beautifully envisioned story of 2 lads of around 13 and their thick friendship and how they would discuss it in old age, alone, while travelling down the memory lanes. Thanks for sharing.10 points.
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A beautifully envisioned story of 2 lads of around 13 and their thick friendship and how they would discuss it in old age, alone, while travelling down the memory lanes. Thanks for sharing.10 points.