| author: Peter : Brooklyn, NY
| | author: Peter : Brooklyn, NY
I have noticed that, when you have no hair and walk around in the residual hurricane-prompted rain in Brooklyn, that the raindrops pitter-patter onto your head, then, lacking any absorptive impedance, roll right down your scalp, down your neck, and down your back. Yesterday, I went to meet Sine at her shop after work, and right when I saw her come out the door, an icy dollop of autumn rain licked down my back all the way to my waist, and tickled me immensely. This sensation, however, was not entirely due to the raindrop.
The extremes in temperature that pass through...
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