It is hot. Not in a good way, not in a baby-you-do-it-for-me way, but sun beating down on the pavement then radiating it back into my personal space hot. I'm still in my jim-jams because anything else would be too thick to keep on. It's the kind of hot that makes me want to sleep until it isn't hot anymore. It's head-achingly hot. It's why-the-fuck
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And I know that those two things together read like I'm going to stirfry fluffy but this is not the case.
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