Its thread count negligible.
Brooklyn in July, and we are like sweaty, happy children: too hot to get up, too happy to throw off the covers.
Between us lies nothing.
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- A Puerto Rican kid from Brooklyn, with a little bit of NZ thrown in for good measure. Hates cats. Loves cheese. Makes stuff.
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6 comments:
I love that detail about the thread count.
There has to be a bright side to all this heat. Sultry and sympathetic. :)
Love how you saw the positive side of this heat
I love this. You've written in the sultry and the sweaty and the lovely here. Ugh. Makes me pine to be young and newly coupled again.
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