Something's telling me it's going to be one loooong summer.

Overheating had always been my weakness. I am tempted to never walk under the sun ever again. It doesn't help that I'm pressed at work as well. I should call down from heaven that Olivia who used to handle everything efficiently.

But I'm sooo far from that girl right now. She's merely a shadow of my former self. And right now, with this danged summer, shadows are the last thing I can see.

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