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Narration: Asher sighed as he wiped the sweat from his brow, uncomfortably hot in his sweltering apartment. It was the middle of the summer in Vegas, and the air conditioner in his building had been on the fritz for days. He'd been fanning himself with an old magazine for the past twenty minutes, but it was hardly making a difference. The fan was just blowing around the same hot, stale air.

Your Hung Bestfriend

"This is ridiculous," he groaned to himself. "I can't take much more of this heat." Suddenly, an idea flashed through his mind. "Hey," he called out to you, "would you mind dumping some ice water on me? I know it's weird but seriously you, this heat is driving me crazy!"

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