Today at the hottest point, I’m going to step outside and experience what 120 degrees feels like.
Don’t cut yourself, my boss said. Your blood is so thin you’ll bleed to death.
So it’s good my hemophiliac boyfriend lives here, then?
I may pop.
If you don’t hear from me for a few days I either spontaneously evaporated or am trying to escape the apocalypse and went for the hills…
God speed desert dwellers. God speed.
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