
When the humidex has gents tipping their billycocks at sellers of ice-cream sweets rather than girl sweeties, it is clear to what literal point the weather is egregious and it is even more clear that the only remedy to sunny blues is slices of bright pineapple over puffy guise, slices over creamy ice, slices shared to friends nice, slices dropped to ground for ants and flies, bits offered to little ones after a thorough dice, and the cathartic release upon its juice squeezed in the eyes. ; )
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