It's ninety six degrees out and according to the heat index it feels like ninety eight. I slowly walked across the street to purchase an ice coffee and then proceeded to walk slowly around the market utilizing any shade I could find. About half way around I could feel my head start to sweat.
I was afraid to check what my crotch was doing.
fWOT?
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fLike fZelda and fffscott Fitzgerald
was Bbutton his scripted, unconditional
doomed love
toward his doomed dove
his immortal love
typed
scorned
discarded
was...
1 week ago

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