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i baked myself this past weekend. and i’m not talking about the fact that my legs, arms, shoulders, neck/back, face, and ears are all pink – i’m talking about waking up each morning in a tent that doubles as an oven, feeling like i’m overheating and saying to myself, “i’m going to die!”

okay, so i’m a bit dramatic.

but seriously, the weekend was fun. and i didn’t die.

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