When I started grad college, I moved out of the cramped condo that I shared with three other roommates. I was soon going to finish law college, and I would need enough room to spread out and do all our added work. I also had a wifey that I didn’t want to keep bringing to a crowded apartment. I was kneeling at the desk one day, and I could assume beads of sweat trickling between our shoulder blades. I knew I had the air conditioner on, but it didn’t seem to be working. I checked the temperature control and I had it set at seventy, but the temperature was up to eighty-one degrees. I called the property owner and told him the air conditioner wasn’t working. He gave me the number of the Heating and A/C business and told me to call them. This wasn’t the first time I had a problem with the air conditioner, and I guessed he was tired of dealing with it. He told me to sign the bill and mark it to be sent to him. When I got in touch with the Heating and A/C business, I was told they couldn’t get to the condo for at least 24 hours. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to get much toil done, since the heat was slowly climbing. I called our wifey, who told me to bring our books over and I could learn at her house. She had excellent air conditioner, and it worked. I agreed to bring our books and do our studying there, but I wasn’t sure how much toil we were going to get done. She said she was going to force me to work, because she had her own studying to do.
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