A thunderstorm rolled into town overnight, and a stray lightning bolt knocked out the power for the small town of Springfield. Overcast skies gave way to cloudless skies and a blistering heat the following morning.
No power meant no AC, and no AC meant absolute torture for Henry. He tried as best he could to move as little as possible, only shifting with the moving shade as the day continued on. Despite his best efforts, it was still unbearably hot. Henry's white shirt had turned transparent with perspiration.
"It's hot," he said. Henry always had a talent for understatements. "Real hot."
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