Today was cloudy, drizzly, in the 50s, and generally miserable.
If I was a boy (Beyonce!), naturally I'd run shirtless in this weather. Maybe the boy I saw running shirtless wanted to flaunt his nonexistent tan from spring break...
To that boy: I'm sorry I stared at your chest. I wasn't staring at your boyish girth, but your stupidity (which was staring right back at me from your bare, bare chest). Enjoy your cold and continued paleness.
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