May 2010
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the air being pulled in by the attic fan is gross. it smells like the lake water that has been roasting in the sun all afternoon, a combination of sickly sweet seaweed and garbage to the nth power. it hits my sweaty face and then slides over my back, settling like a warm damp sheet on my sticky legs.
another warm damp sheet.
in lieu of dinner i ate four popsicles.
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