The summer is getting really hot. Sometimes on the bus it’s so hot that it’s hard to breathe. My cousin say’s that maybe it isn’t really hot out and the only reason we’re feeling hot is because of this thing he calls “spoteneous human ‘bustion”. My cousin say’s that maybe it’s really cold out and we’re about to burst into flames and all they’ll find is part of a foot or an ear or something. He say’s it happens all the time. But everyone on the bus seems to be hot so I don’t think it’s “Spotenous human ‘bustion”. Besides the bus driver say’s it’s 95 degrees out.
A place to store the things I write. The posts are listed from oldest to newest in the archive list, that is really the best way to read them. For now everything here is fiction.
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