It sparkled as it cascaded down his hair.
"Man, it's hot."
Jim glanced at him.
"You volunteered."
"Yeah, but that was months ago. I didn't know we were going to have a heat wave."
"You don't see me complaining."
"Well, gee. Some of us can't control our body's temperature."
"Jealousy doesn't become you."
"Why don't you get your lazy butt over here and help?"
"You volunteered, not me."
Jiiiim! Come on, man. I'm dying here.
"Fine, just to shut you up."
"Man, who would have thought weeding could be so hard."
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