1268 McClaine's Suspicions

The day was bright and fair as summer sat upon the land, radiating and wrapping the land with its warm embrace.

The birds and numerous creatures all sang in tune, expressing their excitement during the season.

The flowers bloomed and shone even more brightly, showing off the various colours and patterns of their petals.

The ground was heated up, making the rocks and even the dust-filled roads feel so hot that if one were to place their feet on it, they would no doubt feel a tingling burn the longer they walked.

Yes! It was still August, one of the pique moments in summer. 

And now, countless people doubled up the number of water bottles or jugs they had with them. 

God! It felt as though they would melt off any moment from now.

One couldn't stay in this sort of weather without a somewhat full belly or at least 2 or 3 cups of water or rum in them.

Damn!

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