You would think the 98 degree days with 68 percent humidity would slow me down. Oh no, not me. As I like to tell my significant other, I feel like I have accomplished something when I get home red faced and drowning in my own sweat. Mostly it’s just chasing the others away as I pass by them.
Of course the significant other has decided to join me on my quest to commit suicide via sunstroke and all. Not even the ipod can distract me from his presence as he persists in smacking the biting flies that have also decided to join me on my nightly walks. I never noticed them before…not until I felt that “thwatt” on my back as he tries to assault them. I don’t really think there are any. He just uses it as an excuse to get back at me for something I didn’t do.
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