I don't know where these temperatures come from. It's 101º here. Some places may reach 108º.
Mrs. Billingsley has been screaming for ice cream. I thought it over. "Well, don't I have an ice cream machine? Don't I have all the ingredients? Isn't the part that's supposed to be frozen sitting in the freezer frozen?" So I began to make ice cream. It didn't seem like that much effort, but I became so overheated it was almost impossible to stand. So I got the ice cream machine started and ran to the bedroom to rest for a while.
UPDATE
Now 102º.
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