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Heat #8

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I couldn't believe we'd argued. We never argued. Not us, we never, ever argued.
It was the heat, obviously. So, angrily, we'd all shot off home and when we met next morning we'd come to the same conclusion: heat made us weird.
We'd seen it all before, of course, with the grown ups. They couldn't cope with the blazing weather, probably because they had other worries, too, like about their kids and that, and they'd argue and bicker all the time. Doug's Dad, he was the Minister at Bethesda Chapel, apparently he did sermons on behaving proper and not fighting.

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