Summer evicts my ability to read. Not for the usual reasons, like oppressive temperatures or ambient festivities or a stirring sense of “school’s out” disobedience. To the first point, I’m a heat-seeking organism and do my Finest Thinking in tropical temperatures. To the second point, I’m immune to other people's parties. To the third, I tend to classif…
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