It’s too hot. Too hot to sew. Too hot to read. Too hot to anything.
I long for the days of autumn that I know will all too soon be upon us. I honestly can’t wait to crunch through the leaves in my new Fryes (!!!).
Soon school will be back in session, and delinquent George Brown students will smoke joints underneath my shop window, blissfully unaware that I can hear ever inane thing they say.
But for now…it’s too hot.
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