Sixty-two Degrees.

^{"Are these the pants you painted in?"
"Maybe."
"Gross."}
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Inspired by my dad's freezing house, cause he cranks the thermostat down to a toasty 59°F.
My drawings are losing their dimensions. Whaa. Accept this.

Eww, the fluff. Get it off of me. Stop drop 'n roll m**h*rfu*k**.