I am in Utah. Something is not right. My lips are dry, yes. My hair is still straight after three days, yes. But it's more than that. I cannot quite put my finger on it.
Oh, wait. Yes I can! It's a booger.
Note: I have not had one of those in ages!
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I live in California. The sun shines a lot. The birds sing a lot. The cars drive a lot. I live in an almost-coastal region. The air is moist. And fragrant. And clean. As a daisy.
Booger-free.
Well, there you go.
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