Dear weather,
You tried to kill us but you did not succeed as you consumed us in a fiery haze with temperatures swimming inbetween OMG and WTF full of sweating foreheads and shirtless males mostly unsuited for public shirtlessness parading around with pinked flesh Melting Sweltering Baking and not in the nice-cupcake-way Causing folk to pass out on High Streets and High Streets to sell out of paddling pools and fucking Soleros whilst we flew into fits of heat-induced rage trying not to peek at old women sitting wide legged on park benches in front of a passing breeze before fatigue hit like a narcoleptic sneeze due to sleepless nights whilst the night air barely sighed surrounding inconsistent dreams about giant dripping ice cream cones melting phones like a hot sweaty Dali painting I digress. Like I said. Dear weather, you tried to kill us but you did not succeed indeed Instead you tricked us with a sudden drop in temperature causing me to dig out my jumpers because I'm feeling a little bit nippy.
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