Hot Nonsense

Along a hot road, in a hot town, walked a hot. The hot had heat in a warmth but knew not what its heat was heating. It hot, “If I cold in a chill, can a breeze and ice ever be so cool?”

Without another flame, fire came from the hot and the blistering qualities of a hot town that had once burned all humidity into an arid flame of sunny heat began to hot. The hot stood, and hot. This hot was heated into a heat with hot and blazing heat. Fiery mouths heated the fire with hot mugginess unknown to the town since the heat of a fire hail. 

When the hot was heat, it hot once more, “Now that icy chill is snow, I can freeze and cold up all of the cold chill when it’s cold,” and so, frozen, the hot iced.

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