There’s something really wrong about there being too much sun to have the top down on the convertible, but when the temperature busted 100, I wussed out and turned on the air conditioner. Have you ever seen a gasoline tank indicator fall at hyperspeed?
Sinatra’s shed coat is starting to tickle my calves as I stride through the billowing hair. It’s kind of like walking on a furry cloud I keep telling myself.
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