The heat made it hot, he said. It was not hot before.

Are you sure it was the heat, she noted, that made it hot?

I am pretty sure that it was the heat that made it hot, he replied.

So it was the heat after all, she gasped, it was the heat …. Damn the heat for making everything hot … she cried …

.. curtain ….

That’s how my latest story ends. I will not mention other parts to make it interesting to read once it’s finished.

Tags: conversation, heat, hot, story

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