I stepped through the front door exhausted, parched, and hungry. My husband was freshly showered, throwing on clothes. Just as I put my things down, he was picking his things up so he could run off to class, but not before kissing me and the part of my belly sticking out from under my shirt. He tasted like tapatio. We barely exchanged hellos
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Also, my mother recently told me that air conditioners in commercial buildings are usually designed only to work up to 90F because it rarely gets over that and thus, they fail during the hotest days. I can't understand the logic behind it unless it takes exponential energy to cool air over 90F.
You and Zach should give each other a hug from me.
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