Boy, do I remember my childhood summers! Every year, around that time, I could just feel the change of season; it was as if the wind beckoned to me. And every year, I would partake in the annual sacrificing of my entire nuclear family to Satan. Unfortunately, those halcyonian days are gone, for I am old and have responsibilities. But maybe one of these days, I'll settle down with a pleasant spouse, we can have a nice, healthy child, and he or she can carry on the yearly tradition of total familicide (googled "killing your family" to find that word) that I enjoyed so much as a kid.
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