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Summer House Recap: Just for Kicks
Just as Lindsay and Carl were both bad in the relationship, maybe they are both bad in the breakup, too.
I DM gay dudes all day long and it’s just fart jokes, Shawn Mendes underwear ads, and prolonged discussions about the small changes in Madonna’s face over time. As Jesse sat there, with the blades of dried grass imprinting into his calf flesh, he listened to the other team gathering their belongings, hanging their heads about the fact that they were just defeated by a bunch of reality-television hooligans. And as he extended his hand to help her up with a big pull, one so hard she popped up into the air and levitated a little bit, he wanted her to look at everything, his sweat-soaked shirt, their friends, the sunshine, the trees groaning in the heat — absolutely anywhere except his feet.
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