It was one of those summers, you know the type. Where two weeks after school has ended you’re already missing the air conditioning and artificial lighting that makes your skin glow yellow.
I wasn’t sure that I minded dressing up like a giant cola, handing out coupons to passersby… but I was pretty sure that the dancing hotdog across the street was trying to show me up, and I was not about to let that happen.
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