The weather may still be literal hell fire, but inside, we’re moving onto fall. It’s survival at this point, ignoring the intense anger that bubbles to the surface every morning when I open my blinds, greeted by another day of stupid fucking sunshine and not one goddamn cloud in the sky.
Onward, we must go! To the easy, breezy, beauti…
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