oppressive and dank, the summer night pressed in from all sides; heat and humidity had ripened the smells of the city to their most pungent, such that exiting the shelter of the building was much as if walking into a fart.
when we were young, a woman esteemed as wise told us that men were the hunters, and women were the bunnies. some believed her, and hopped away to roll over at the feet of the first hunters they heard tromping by. the rest of us? we can talk here.
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