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July 18, 2008
My assigned week at cleaning up the apartment building, and I pick the hottest day of the week to do it. I seethed with heat and bitterness as I mowed the lawn with a barely functional mower; a lawn I don't have access to, but am expected to pick up my neighbour's cigarette butts from. It was good that most of the building was deserted though, otherwise I might have snapped at one of the poor kids that have recently moved in, and they don't need my bitterness to poison their fragile youth. (I'm eighteen, what am I talking about?)