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I remember the summer looking into my glass. Drunk in the airplane shots of port and whiskey, dodger burning everywhere, the nights in his underpants on the stone terrace to watch the stars slowly sipping beer or white wine or red, sand and cigarette butts sunken in, skin browned in a swimsuit, barbecues in the garden in the yellowed grass, as we burned the houses white and blue uniform on the sky and Orthodox churches that smell the incense, the days at the beach to swim to the buoy and to read a pair of speakers on a napkin, the fireworks the marina, cocktails and beer and whiskey and ice we buy in bags at night to refresh and boat trips to dive into the clear warm water from the bow or stern under the dodger and still restless legs to stand still in the sea with the gentle roar of the water against the rocks, the white wine with lunch and blast waves and rocky coves with sand-colored and transparent water and benches sand, sun glasses and immovable Stereo Love at full power everywhere we go and the little car that we travel the island and its roads full of dust, screaming, playing cards and stupid information on Greek television with the sound muted and nights in the club with the bottles stolen, even more than usual laughs and fights almost exploding and girls, always French, and the shouts and deafening ash and baffles Dry martinis and badly proportioned and then the brunette with short hair, curly and mouth in wry sailor, just before leaving, reluctant, decision, she said, who changes his mind very quickly when I kiss her and me draws running toward the beach where we sleep together and then Peter and his air of wet dog and the smile of Claire when she's happy and Dorian, drunk, dancing while wearing a chair Malcolm and rolling joints we smoke slumped in chairs and car chases in the supermarket with trolleys full of booze and tomato and cucumber tzatziki, the football games ridiculous on the beach, and the last drops of beer which boil in the sun on raised wooden tables next to chairs at 4 euros in the afternoon and again and then Love Stereo views of the ferries in the morning drinking coffee on the terrace and candles the calm blue sky and water and mine, and sunscreen in the back braces and delicious fall and then return sad, and yet more drinks on the plane.