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So Hot It Could Melt Your Face Off

“I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.”

Shades, glass, do your thang
Artichoke on this!
White shoes are already dirty
On a humid summer's day I just can't get out of bed
What's there to do but to sit and watch the windows fanning by
City of dreams, eh?
I <3 NY--to go!
Taxi!!
Which way to the LES?
Drinks are on you
NY Times in these times.
the bridge to nowhere
This was written by David Yi. Posted on Friday, June 18, 2010, at 11:14 pm. Filed under In New York. Bookmark the permalink. Follow comments here with the RSS feed. Post a comment or leave a trackback.

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