Residual Heat
The fake wedding cake had gotten everywhere.
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The fake wedding cake had gotten everywhere.
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The house lacked air conditioning, and the temperature made its feelings known.
The bike was still standing there when Desmond threw the rig in reverse, which in hindsight was the problem.