Stolen.

Beautiful summerday.
Smile in the air.
Driving down the beach.
Looking for secluded
Meeting friends.
Tanning.
Laughing.
Talking.
Playing.
Attacking boys in water.
Robbed.

Someone stole my bag!
I got that from my grandma - it was her old leather bag from Italy.
I had very special stuff in there.
You are mean!"Daniel Ali" - puh!



But seeing what happens in the world I should really consider myself lucky no? At least I still have my boy and friends to go to the beach with.

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