The air hangs still and stagnant, redolent of summer-elbows. The odor of two-showers-and-two-swims-and-i'm-still-drenched-in-sweat

my onliest allthetime friend is going away for a little while and I will be left to fend for myself against the rampaging psychic miasmas (iss okay i have a broom)

and in other news, i am attempting to play hard-to-get. for what, i don't know. also will have an interesting social challenge on Wednesday night, getting ready to schmoo-

oh, would you look at that, a fresh breeze just blew in like a cool stick of gum beneath my nose.

if i want to look good on Wednesday i better wash my face today. Bye

today I read
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