The city is dirty today. The humidity is seeping from the cracks in the concrete. I don't want to touch anything because everything seems moist (shiver. I hate that word. its sound is incredibly grotesque) with something unpleasant. Moist with hot dog water perhaps (something equally gross, if you could think of it, would also suffice).
I walked to the bank earlier and had a hard time breathing. It wasn't the "I'm out of breath because I've been sweatin' to the oldies" type can't breathe. It was the asthmatic type can't breathe. Strange.
No, moe, you don't have asthma.
And quit talking to yourself for pete's sake.
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