Austin & I went
putt-putting last night. We invited Mom
along, but she said it was too hot.
Austin: Do you think it's too hot? I mean, I think there's a nice breeze and it's humid, but I don't think it's too hot.
Me: I don't have a problem. Well, I have you.
Austin: Do you think it's too hot? I mean, I think there's a nice breeze and it's humid, but I don't think it's too hot.
Me: I don't have a problem. Well, I have you.
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