When the mercury rose in the springs and summers of my tender years, I didn't feel the urge to run around outside, or any of that wholesome whatnot. I opened as many windows as I could find, turned on as many fans as I could find, put a few more ice cubes in my next glass of (goddamn high fructose corn syrup-laden) Pepsi, and wiped my hands every
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