The Last Summer
They don’t know. Not really. That this is probably the last summer they’ll fit in these rides without crouching.
That the bars will still click easily over their small frames. That the world still spins in tiny circles built just for them.
They don’t know how rare it is to still be small enough to be scooped up when it ends. To not notice the line. To not…
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