Grab your hot dogs and cold beers because it’s grilling time, which can only me one thing. It’s summer. It a time which every American prides themselves in time where the worries of snow fall are put away until the every last leaf falls off the trees. And every person would trade mosquito’s bites for frost bites. It is a time where families can reflect over a fire and melt s’mores. Baseball is put in place to slow down the quick days. Summer can never last long enough and before you know it is all gone.
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