It's already 70 degrees at 8:17 and it's going to be 94.
Mystery Man can't sleep in the heat, either at night, or in the morning.
Mystery Mama can't sleep when Mystery Man is awake.
The ipod's whereabouts are still a closely guarded secret by Mystery Man.
I'm going to have to go room by room, and clean and declutter everything to find Podzilla, my beloved ipod.
This is difficult in 94 degree weather, upstairs, with windows facing the afternoon sun.
I'm not sure the cup is looking any more full than it looked yesterday.
Excerpt: The Second Jezebel by Peter Mowbray
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