You always think “Ooh, a summer shower. That’ll cool things off in the city.” Then it starts raining and you’re soaking wet, it’s still a million and a half degrees, and on top of that every breath you take smells like someone spraying an atomizer full of dog piss directly into your sinuses. I know. It makes me want to kill myself, too.
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