IT’S HOT OUTSIDE

This is the type of heat that fills your heart with a hatred for the rotisserie roasted skin you're in.

That makes you dread the laughter of silly little children in their silly little backyard pools.

That makes you aim your fist at the sun.

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You don't want to talk.

You don't want to walk.

You can't sleep.

You can't smash.

All desire has been reduced to water...

beautiful... delicious water...

and the oasis of an AC.