the first summer i lived in toronto was 10 years ago, in the year 2 thousand.
i had an office job for the first time where i worked with my future housemates bonnie and leslie. i drove thru toronto traffic each morning and evening making my way to the industrial park in markham. our office was near a spice factory. the air was thick with the smell of spices and soon, due to the summer's heat, the seats in my car began to absorb the scent. for the rest of that summer when it rained i'd leave the windows down in my VW jetta (named asher) in hopes of the rain washing away the odor. it never really worked. so for the next 2 years my car continued to smell like spices when the temperature got just so.
thunder only happens when it's raining.
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