I desperately wish it was winter. Or that I could migrate to San Diego during these oppressively hot El Paso summers. I'm almost thoroughly miserable when I walk out my front door and am greeted my a scorching breeze-- if you can call it a breeze. (Doesn't that word imply something cool and refreshing? Or something?) When it gets cool enough to
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