Driving home after giving a successful and inspired 45-minute massage, your sweaty armpit hair blowing in the (finally crisp) breeze skittering past your car windows while the sky lights up with a brilliant display of heat lightning that transforms into regular lightning as a cold front slams head-on into the heat-wave, knocking it out for the count:
PRICELESS.
Thursday, June 01, 2006
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