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The walk back to my grandma's house felt longer than I expected, especially with the scorching sun beating down on me. It was odd to have such hot weather in the middle of winter, but I guess that's just how had came to be around here. The sun blazed overhead, casting harsh shadows on the dusty road as I trudged along, each step feeling heavier than the other.

Halfway there, I decided to stop at a quaint little tea shop to take a break and quench my thirst. The weather wasn't doing me any favors, and I regretted not bringing an umbrella. It felt like my mother's way of punishing me for all the bad decisions I've made. The heat seemed to seep into my bones, making me feel more exhausted than I had ever felt before.

As I stepped inside, the cool air hit me like a wave, offering a momentary relief from how hot and tired I felt. I found a table near the window and settled in.

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