Sweat rolls off skin in
Moist buckets. Come summer, this
White girl’s gonna fry.
I am massively uncomfortable. Mornings are no longer cool enough to jog in, so I must shift them to evenings. Which is not going to be good for my legs, on account of the mosquitoes eating my legs.
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Heat. Mosquitoes. Monsoons. Heaven on Earth.
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