The heat is so intense in my brick oven of an apartment that when I poured the ice-cold Coke into the thick hand-blown glass with little Murano fish on it, the refrigerated liquid cracked the warm vessel.
I'm hanging out in my brother's air-conditioned room tonight.
Split Fiction and Polybius
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Am I not talking about politics? I’m not. Is that insane given I live in
Minnesota. It is. Is it even crazier to avoid it if I have relatives in the
tear...

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