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Putting On Airs

Pen_alias on 18. Jul, 2017 — Lang: English

Putting On Airs
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    The sun is killing me. I wasn’t made for the outdoors. My place is inside with the air conditioner blowing my feathers.

    You’ve never been in an air conditioned building in your life.

    No, I have. I distinctly recall the cool, crisp air cooling me inside and out. You were there. Remember? The carpet was white and very damp.

    That was snow; it was winter!

    Brand names don’t concern me; air conditioning is air conditioning.

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