In summer, unlike Olaf, we’re not always happy snowmen (and women).
In reality, summer should be like this:
But it’s actually more like this:
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But even after all of that, come mid-August, we’ll all actually be like this:
Maybe if we say please, summer will come back once it’s gone and let us love it again.