Tuesday, June 30, 2009

If John Hughes were German...

this song would've surely made it into one of his films, probably in the opening credits. And in that alternate universe, around the age of 12, this would be the song of my summer. Any given day, it would insinuate itself into everything—soccer practice, the wind blowing through my hair while walking home, and later that evening, the rain falling on the grass outside. I would drink a Fanta and all would be right with the world.

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