“I can’t.” I whisper to myself as I lay on my couch in the summer afternoon.
It is far too hot to be moving at all and every time I move, I can feel the buckets of sweat poured on me. I can’t find the will to move or at least, anytime soon. I really do want that gigantic tub of cookie dough ice cream in the freezer that is only a few feet away. I am too freaking lazy and too hot to get up at the moment.
“I can’t.” I whisper once again, still lying on the couch.
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