Tag: heat death
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Apartment side
Oven hot inside despite My ringbearer insisting she turned off the heating first thing This evening upon her arrival home We’re Irish and raingrown, both groaning “It’s roasting!” Moaning non-stop, shirtless and sweating I’d bet this is a sign of the end, if I did betting The world had its day, nice wedding with confetti…
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