More flowers. Less rain.

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It was the summer of 2014. Twenty-one years old. I dreamt of California during the day and partied like I lived in Miami during the night. Lana Del Rey was always on repeat. I embraced the moments of uncertainty and thrived in the chaos that came from them. After all, I was studying fashion business and was well aware that the best ideas came from those crazy enough to make things happen. My roommate at the time and I loved the life we lived. We worked hard, studied just as hard and we encouraged one another to be as adventurous as possible. Hell, we even made a pact to always keep condoms in the apartment because no unexpected pregnancy would ruin this sweet, sweet life for us. These selfish moments were ours, if only for a summer, if only for three months.

The same summer of carefree adventures a girl…

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