dear manhattan,
i know you're pretty hot right now and you think that turning the AC up will solve the problem (it usually does), but i'd like to refute that idea at the moment. can you please consolidate your weather? it's 81 degrees outside and like, 60 degrees in the cafe i'm sitting in, making me chronically dissatisfied with my body temperature. i'd normally be thrilled and wouldn't normally be complaining, but today i am. make me happy, please! i'm either going to freeze or leave you. and i don't want to break your heart. again.
sincerely,
effinyellow.
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