You wake up to find that June has come. Suddenly, as if out of nowhere. And just like that, your room has been upgraded from monotone to technicolor.
June runs to you, an audacious spectacle drenched in a spectrum of hues. It has come over for a play date. Brings an enormous box of crayons. By noon it will have used every single one.
June stays the nigh…
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