Do you remember when we both sat on the grass that afternoon?
You were hilariously playing with my shoes.
You put some little flowers on every hole to my all stars shoes.
Then you grab grass to tight it to my shoelace!
I complained but you kept doing it.
I threw those grass back to your black boot.
You said, “you look angry” or something that I can’t remember now.
I should’ve written everything when it happened.
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