I used to do that, too. And my mom never learned to appreciate it either. I guess flying sweat isn't so much fun for anyone other than the person whose sweat it is.
I have good intentions. Sometimes it shows. Most of the time it doesn't. I love summer. The smell of the beach. Warm concrete. Barefeet. Bronzed skin.
Wait .. I was getting lost.
I like people. Good people. I love to laugh. I like feeling free.
I think I am normal. That's all relative though.
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I used to do that, too. And my mom never learned to appreciate it either. I guess flying sweat isn't so much fun for anyone other than the person whose sweat it is.
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