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The boy was wearing a white jersey, showing off his youth in the summer sunshine. The cold Coke cooled down the hot summer. The girl held two cans of Ice Coke and shouted to the boy. The breeze blew through the girl's hair. The basketball fell into the basket, the boy looked back, and his clean tiger teeth smiled at me in the sun. The gentle breeze blows away, taking away the impetuousness of midsummer, and the sweet and sour taste of Coke ripples in the heart. It is the secret love of youth, our youth, and our entire midsummer.

"I almost hugged her." "Then what?" "Then I woke up." It's a pity that I can't marry you in this life.