bitful

I usually do not care about the weather. It's just an extra conversation topic, I never look for forecasts, and frankly I never lived anywhere where the conditions were so extreme that they could not be improved by an extra jumper or an ice lolly.

Nevertheless, if the current heatwave (or, as they call it in Italy, spring) means that my man refuses to sleep with me and considers getting involved in a threesome with his two air conditioning units instead, I want a year with four winters, twelve Decembers, 52 weeks of snow and 365 days of gales.

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