Triss leaned back in her seat in the van, eyes closed, hands resting on her legs. She looked to be deep in concentration. As I got into the van, she spoke.
"Ice cream...snow...ice... I'm thinking cold thoughts until the air conditioning bursts forth."
Thirty-six days of over 100-degree temperatures in one summer will do that to ya. But it isn't over 100 degrees today. It's only 99 degrees. And tomorrow the forecasted high is a mere 97 degrees. A cold front!
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