Oh no, oh no, oh no, this cannotbe real, it cannot be so hot, I can-
not be sitting here, this is a scene
from a horror movie, incinerated in
our chairs, we are in the trenches
sitting with dripping-wet towels
draped on my head
Even the greatest Stoic cannot survive
we are being roasted alive, my corpse
will be draped by refresher towels when
they find me, what a beautiful scene, I
shall be clutching an artificial flower posy
expiring artfully while saying a rosary
killed by the air-con
A sexy white towel on my head, I feel so
cute peeking from under the strip
covering my eye…
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