It’s hot. Don’t want to get out of bed, don’t want to move hot. The sun beats down like a relentless attacker, punishing the breeze for daring to be cool. It stalks through the dusty streets like a plague, sending people scurrying for shade and the buzzing succor of the fans
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oh, and you should train Archimedes to fling monkey poo at white people who aren't you... or Steven.
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