Jack of Harts

Me and my friends spent every day of summer going to the beach when we were young. Me, Julie, and Alex would meet friends at the promenade every morning. There wasn’t a day of summer that went by when we didn’t do something on or under the water. I loved growing up in northern Minnesota where there are more lakes than people. I miss all of that now. I miss living life without a care. I miss the neverending adventure of finding out what trouble we could get into. I miss shouting at friends to come over here. And I miss them…

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