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  <title>Too Damn Hot.</title>
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  <description>Sighing softly, Jo ran her hand across her face. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She was hot, sticky, and every other adjective that could be used to describe an uncomfortable female on a warm day in June. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She wished she had a fan with her, but sitting on the porch, she didn’t have a cord long enough for the fan to come outside with her. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There wasn’t even a breeze letting her have the satisfaction of being caressed by the wind.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No, it was balmy and even reaching for the sweating glass of water on the table next to her seemed like a chore.   &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The usually bouncy pup, Rusty, was resting by her feet.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was even too hot for him, a bundle of energy, to get up and run around. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She sighed again and looked down at the panting dog, snuggled up against her bare feet. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;His small body created heat and the young woman lifted her feet up from the ground and tucked them under her in a fluid motion, Rusty lifted his head for a moment, but put it down without the energy to lift it up.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Jo dropped her shoulders and tilted her head back; staring at the covering on the porch, wishing that it would just start to snow… or rain. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;However, the sky beyond the porch covering was a bright blue.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There were no storm clouds in sight, just small, white fluffy things that moved slowly across the huge expanse. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There was only a small buzzing from the bees that hovered over the flowers next to the porch and Jo shifted in her seat again, fanning herself with her hand. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If she wasn’t out on the porch, she would have just gotten herself stripped down to the bare necessities, but finding that she was partially in public view, all she could do was be mildly content with the denim shorts and tank top that she tied under her bust line, hoping that with more flesh exposed it might make her cooler. &lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No such luck.&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;She couldn&apos;t imagine going anywhere right now, and was thankful that she didn&apos;t have to work.  It would only cause her the pains of getting up and getting dressed, then having to walk.  That would be pure torture.&amp;nbsp; Reclining again, the young woman groaned as she heard the revving of an engine from somewhere in the distance.&amp;nbsp; Who on Earth would have the energy to do anything but sit around on a day like this?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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