Last summer, I was lounging on my couch, browsing the black hole that is Facebook, trying to avoid the profiles of high school friends that have recently had a baby, when I kept chugging down my (un-sweet) iced tea and peeling off the layers down to my (free) college event shirt and norts (Nike running shorts—you’re wearing them). When I contemplated taking an ice bath in between messaging my bestie and stalking a crush, I realized that my air conditioning was in fact broken.
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