Hot as the Dickens

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Dear Northern Virginia/Washington D.C.,

You know I love you, right? You know that I thought you were hip even before Mr. and Mrs. Obama landed here, right? So then why are you punishing us with this brutal heat? How do you expect a girl to desire to do anything, especially go out for a mini jog, if you are going to be so sweltering? Please cool it with this. No pun intended.

Love,

Quindome

P.S. Is it hot as bollocks where you are too?