“Summer here comes on like a zaftig hippie chick, jazzed on chlorophyll and flinging fistfuls of butterflies to the sun.”
“Sweet, sweet burn of sun and summer wind, and you my friend, my new fun thing, my summer fling.”
“the rising of the sun is an enough motivation to the chlorophyll”
“Do I look like a summer fling?”
“She felt sorry for him. A hippie chick who looked like she bought her clothes at Oxfam and a puff of wind could blow her over?”
“Jev stroked his chin. "Do I look like a summer fling?”