The hot humid weather nowadays is dulling me. Mere air has gained weight, pulling its heavy cloak over everyone, causing us to gasp in shallow breaths. A whimsical element has cast a slowness spell so motion has become sluggish, like a Matrix action sequence. Tempers have risen on par with the temperature, and I feel I'm on the verge of self-combustion. What we lack now is a sandstorm.
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