So the heat in our apartment that I mentioned before is legit, people.
Look at my butter:
Melted not by microwave, unless you want to call my apartment a microwave, in which case it was melted by a HUGE microwave. With stairs and a bathroom and stuff.
It's only in the 50s outside. I'm melting. And so is my butter. Wah wah wah, I'm a baby.
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This makes me feel so uncomfortable just looking at that melted butter. Gross.
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