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I am happy to report that the weather pattern that was trying to send all this smoke west decided to go back into its normal easterly blowing behavior. I'm miserable enough already, okay? So miserable, in fact, that I've begun scrubbing my house down when it's too hot in here. You might not immediately grasp the craziness of that last sentence. Heat turns me into an insentient blob. My ANGER, on the other hand, can animate buildings and boulders.
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