I hate muggy summers.
Smoking afternoon, I'm so lazy, sluggish, and senseless, wet snakes ceased on my skin waiting for the sun to drop.
Hours pass by heavily pushing the humid weather away.
Oh god, It was like breathing sticky rice, all the drops united with heat, and sweat, and bad smell.
I hate muggy summers.
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