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It's 62° in January and the sky is spitting. I've rolled the car window to let the little drops hit my hand like bugs that burst on contact.
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Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
It's 62° in January
It's 62° in January and the sky is spitting. I've rolled the car window to let the little drops hit my hand like bugs that burst on contact.
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Jan 13, 2018
Jan 13, 2018 at 12:06 AM UTC
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