DbR and I just walked dogs and it was a heavy, humid time. "I can't believe it's not raining!" He commented and I understood-it felt like it should've been.
There were little bugs flying around my head while walking which I absolutely abhore but besides that, the weather didn't bother me, in fact, I found it interesting and novel. I wouldn't want my atmosphere to be like that all the time but once in a while, maybe-
After the walk DbR took to his bed. The weather had ruined him.
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