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Charles and my predawn jog was a sweat-athon and as the sun rose, a heat-dome brightness tattooed crisp shadows in every corner. Any lingering coolness was burned off - evaporated. It was 94°f, 3 hours later, when I walked to campus - why don’t we use parasols anymore? Drag on, radiant afternoon heat, please. That was 100 proof sarcasm, in case you couldn’t tell. Hot days seem to drag-on slowly, like waiting for a microwave or a droning, liturgy. It wasn’t in the forecast but I wouldn’t have been surprised to hear, “Today’s forecast is slow, really slow.” Let’s start an Internet theory that the atmosphere is thinning or we’re just ants under a magnifying glass. The finally setting sun left a blood red line under the falling blue dark, like a gash of wound in the skin of young-night. Once my nightly obligations are done (classes, homework, reading), the silence can seem oppressive. I’m used to the never ending hustle, boiling drama and noise of seven suitemates - so there’s that. On now empty nights, I’m tortured by the high-beating pulse of youth, and I pace my empty apartment, like someone restlessly waiting for their venti-mocha-latte at a Starbucks. Can anyone suffer like a young woman left all alone? Why, oh whomever, must I sip from this deep, bitter, undrinkably salty sea of solitude? In this, my prime season, why do I only manage to exist? My needs are in a shameful state of decay. . . Cruel Summer by Bananarama Habits (feat. Haley Reinhart) by Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox [E] All That I Need by Ebony Loren, Matthew Ifield & Sebastian Kamae

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Date: 6/29/2025 11:48:00 AM
<3 . Yeah, I thought heat was supposed to thin things out. Make solids liquid and liquids gas. Doesn’t seem to work that way with time. Time gets thicker. Didn’t Albert write something about this? . . . People who called me in Southern CA always wanted to know the weather. I’d tell them, “Sunny, 72 degrees, and 2.3 on the Richter Scale.”
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Tom Woody
Date: 7/1/2025 7:43:00 PM
Flammable. Jus sayin
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Anais Vionet
Date: 6/29/2025 12:46:00 PM
(2.3). =] And highly flamible?
Date: 6/29/2025 5:15:00 AM
Peter's just a text away...
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Anais Vionet
Date: 6/29/2025 12:44:00 PM
Ha! (Chuck) =]
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Tom Woody
Date: 6/29/2025 9:45:00 AM
Lol. Do I sense a hint of sarcasm. Well, there's always Chuck to keep ya company
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Anais Vionet
Date: 6/29/2025 7:38:00 AM
Ooo! Lucky ME =]

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