Dirty Little Secrets
“ ‘Summertime.’ ”
Conor smiled and ran his hand over his guitar. “All right, bro. ‘Summertime’ it is.”
Titus counted them in, and they all kicked in with the beat, perfectly in tune. I leaned my head to the side as Conor begun to sing.
You and me, girl, we were meant to be,
Wave surfin’, sunset kissin’,
Dawn ’til dusk, dusk ’til dawn,
But you were a summertime dream,
Never meant to be, oh girl . . .
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