You were hungry. You sat down to a nice meal. It started off with a nice appetizer. The main course came, and it was amazing. second course? What level of bourgeoisie is this? Ok, second course. Gotta slow down a bit. Dessert comes, and as usual there's always room for dessert.
You're full, you're done. It's over, time to go.
Another large plate is put in front of you. It's big, and you *have* to eat it before you can leave. This is BS. I hate this. Why is this happening.
Anyway, that's how I feel about 80 degree days in October.
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