That's how hot it is in NYC these days. You can almost see the humidity in the air. It feels like a steam room only, except for that refreshing eucalyptus, there's a stench of trash and urine. Everyone on the subway is grumpy and covered in beads of sweat. I'm hoping that a huge thunderstorm rolls through and breaks the heat.
P.S. My feet make me laugh. They remind me like baked buns shaped into feet, with a little butter glaze on top.
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