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“Hazel?”
“Yes, dodie?”
“Since when did the outside turn into an oven?” she asked as she slid from the chair onto the cool stone floor.
“I’m gonna take a guess and say that historic carbon dioxide production started—” Hazel started to say from the couch as she put her icepack from her head onto her boobs, “—that’s better—but in short, weather is hot.”
“You know what the weather is?” dodie asked,
“No...”
“It’s a big heat slut.”