It is summer.
It is uncomfortably hot and I detest sweat at this point.
What, pray tell, can one do other than lift one's face towards the sky and wish for some imaginary snow diety to lob a snow ball directly at one's body. It would give me instant relief I am sure. Either that or crush me to death beneath its weight. -__-"
*Imagines Frosty the
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