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The comfort level intensifies as time turns to noon.
The sizzling orb rages from the sky. The sweltering rays beat down too soon. The grass is crunchy, the ground dry. The thermal reading stifles the breathe. A wisp of humid breeze is such a relief. The atmosphere seethed and warned not to go out, it's a hundred and five.
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