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It's dark. The fan blows hot air. Sweat beads on my skin. Wide awake, naked and roasting in bed, hoping the still night coughs up a breeze, like the last chocolate at the bottom of the box.
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
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It's dark. The fan blows hot air. Sweat beads on my skin. Wide awake, naked and roasting in bed, hoping the still night coughs up a breeze, like the last chocolate at the bottom of the box.
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
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