Hot

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The air is hot.

The sidewalks are hot.

My clothing is hot.

The rain, when it falls, it hot.

Even air conditioned air is hot.

The water is hot.

The wind is hot.

Everything is blazing hot.

And I wish, for once, that I was not.

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