And sunglasses. I think that's everything. Water, fruit, towel, floppy hat, sunscreen, and nook. I'm good.
The sun was shining brighter than I'd seen it all year, Georgia is actually among the most boring states there are -right after to Oklahoma- and I was ready for some sun and sand on the west coast. I head to my car and throw everything in the passenger seat before walking around the front to start the beauty and head down to the beach for the first time since my arrival in Daly City. Close enough to San Francisco, but away from LA. I knew living there would be a horrible idea. If LA were a person, he would have trouble tattooed on his forehead.
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tbh I started this because I was thinking of harrys yellow trunks. chapters will be longer so updates will be less frequent, I'll have to create a schedule. I may put this on hold and finish 'each and every moment' but I'm still undecided.
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yellow + l.h.
Fanfiction"are you using this chair, ma'am?" "oh, no." "may i?" "go right on ahead."
