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i remember someone long ago asked me why i liked to walk on the sidewalk while wearing an armani suit in the 93 degree heat. i told him , that sometimes your style is a just your manner of thinking of things and that oftentimes your confusion is just measurement or volume of what really is upsetting your past self in a dimension of satisfactory fortitude. then he nodded and the next day i saw him in the same armani suit in the 93 degree heat telling all the other people the same thing and they started wearing their own armani suits but it stopped being 93 degrees outside and more like a cool 23 centigrade
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
23 centigrade
i remember someone long ago asked me why i liked to walk on the sidewalk while wearing an armani suit in the 93 degree heat. i told him , that sometimes your style is a just your manner of thinking of things and that oftentimes your confusion is just measurement or volume of what really is upsetting your past self in a dimension of satisfactory fortitude. then he nodded and the next day i saw him in the same armani suit in the 93 degree heat telling all the other people the same thing and they started wearing their own armani suits but it stopped being 93 degrees outside and more like a cool 23 centigrade
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May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 1:45 AM UTC
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