There are days I swear I'm able to channel the powers of Yuka Kinoshita and then there are days when I feel the pangs of anorexia.
This heat will kill me I know it.
After cooking up a dinner proper I came out without a face since that had melted into my shoes.
I keep a roll of wet wipes in the kitchen because every two minutes I'm leaking like a faucet and I tell you heat doesn't go down well with me.
I lose appetite and there's that murderous rage which gnaws inside of me hellbent on killing something human.
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