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oh midwestistan

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oh midwestistan

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FLAMES.
It's SWELTERING here.

Okay, maybe it's just that it WAS like 53 degrees when I got on the plane and now it's 86, with some ridiculous humidity that makes me wonder if Missouri is actually an ocean.
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    • Oh, it's a weeet wet miserable nasty vile kind of heat. Not as bad as Tejastan gets, true, but way worse than Californistan even dreams of.
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