Nana, Erupted
In which I embarrass my future self
Wednesday, November 28, 2012
Uh, every time my air conditioner turns on, sounds of dripping and pouring rain emanate from the closet that holds the Big Air Conditioner Thing. It's very ambient. I like it. Rain is my jam, for sure. But, uh, I'm afraid that Something is Wrong.
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