Scene. A New Yorkers in his mid 30's climbs the stairs out of a subway station. The air is thick, the temperature approaching a boiling point and the stench of garbage everywhere. Just making it up the steps was a chore and now that he is finally on street level he's shocked to find that there somehow is less relief than there even was on the platform. He walks slowly hopin to keep the sweat to a minimum as he hopes to wear his button down shirt at least two more times before it had to be dry-cleaned because of course he is wearing a Hanes tagless unshirt. He walks around the corner and can't stop but think of the summers of his youth when these days were spent running under sprinklers. He rounds the corner and as if the God's in heaven saw his plight he feels a drop of precipitation hit his face. It should feel like a relief but somehow the cold sprinkler from his memory has turned into a warm drop of AC sweat from his reality
I hate New York in the summer
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