It's stuffy and the skin can't breathe, causing the whole person to feel irritable. This is why I hate summer. In fact, there is another very important reason that I have never told anyone. I always dream about a car accident on a summer afternoon. Although I can't always see clearly who the person lying on the ground is bleeding, my subconscious always thinks that the unlucky guy will be me. This horrible nightmare has been going on since I was twelve years old. So I hate summer, or to put it another way, I'm afraid of summer.
Boy meets boy
what will happen
Maybe in the eyes of others I am an alien
But you told me so firmly
You are my friend, nothing else matters
In fact, this is a story about the little ambiguity that arises when a boy meets a boy.
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