5pm on a Friday afternoon, after the beers have been passed around the office and the weekend is at your fingertips. Step outside into the summer heat, the distant smell of bushfire in the air.
That feeling you get when you realise you're free for the next 63 hours always means that little bit more in the summertime.
Nothing, and I mean nothing makes me happier.
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