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[sjazzmreow]

STELLA:  It's hooooot.

LUCY:  Stop whinging.

STELLA:  I don't whinge.

LUCY:  What do you do then?

STELLA:  I make legitimate criticisms about the inadequacies of the world.

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[phrasemuffin]

it's ten degrees cooler where you are compared to where the Jazz Cat is?! What temperatures are we talking here?

(Also, that icon is fantastic!)

[sjazzmreow]

Forty. Freaking. Degrees. At least. And then Lucy starts playing bloody ACDC on the way home while I'm trying to suffer quietly in her badly airconditioned ute.

I have a very difficult life, P Miffle. And I never exagerate.

[phrasemuffin]

You totally do, Jazz Cat. I don't know how you do it. Truly I am amazed that you manage to survive every day.