Must be through some lack of kindness.
I've had two Summer Flings in my short existence.
The first was so dismally bad I considered killing myself.
The second has been so wonderfully pleasant that I feel like the last dregs of Broken Kate may have been karmic-ly flushed from my system like some delightful warm brew.
I'd forgotten what Happy-Just-'Cause felt like.
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