Dear Summer,

I've had about enough of you.

July 2016 was Earth's hottest месяц ever recorded. Ты heard me. Ever. Was that really necessary?

I really need to Переместить on, Summer, and I'd like Ты to do the same. Don't drag it out. Let's just get on with it.

You're just not doing it for me anymore. These hundred degree days are just too much. My skin burns at the thought of you. I dread having to go outside, because I know Ты and your evil little buddy The Sun are there and ready to burn me. (Tell that jerk he's up past his bedtime.) I shouldn't have to apply sunscreen for a 5 минута trip to the store,...