Thirteen Conversations About One Thing

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Bitch bitch boy this weather's lousy bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch I want it to warm up already bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch what, is this New York or Seattle bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch don't believe it's going to rain all weekend bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch have we had any decent weather at all this year bitch bitch isn't New York supposed to have distinct seasons bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch bitch well, at least maybe we won't have a meltingly hot summer this time.

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shit shit shit you’re right right right all of this shit shit shit is turning me into a bitch bitch bitch bitch

what hell happened to spring anyway? it’s enough to turn a girl into a witch witch witch

aak

whoo! Did I mention I got a sunburn today?

It was hot and sunny! (with hippies)

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