I was sick waiting for Diane. Even though it was an air-conditioned car with leathery seats that could automatically give a soothing massage, I was still not okay. My thoughts and emotional breakdown generated heat that made me uncomfortable.

Just as I was about to ask the driver to return home, I heard Diane’s jolly voice — the cooler to my emotional heat. She wasn’t just running with a speed that could match a top athlete, she was singing a goofy song that showed her excitement:

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