(Love is Like a) Heatwave

God I hope not. It’s fucking hot as it is and I am melting despite the slight breeze coming in from my window. I have no idea how we’re all gonna survive tomorrow. And did I mention I’m melting? I am a hot sweaty mess. The end.

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