Can it be me, this three?
Me: It is hot. It is so hot that I'm not sleeping. It is so hot that I'm not writing because my faculties of cogitation have cooked into an opaque jello. It is too hot to think about eating. Or moving.
Also me: Oh, my request of the new Benjamin January came in to the library, I'll pick that right up.
Also me: Oh, my request of the new Benjamin January came in to the library, I'll pick that right up.

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*sizzles gently in front of a fan in a back bedroom*
Pack ice. Send pack ice.
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Nice video of you all singing the other day at the protest!!
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Hot here too- tonight may be problematic on the sleep front.
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Meantime, lemme know if you need to come crash in front of our AC...
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