It didn’t matter which day it was, it was just another day making up a small, insignificant part of the endless Summer Australians are now used to. For official records, it was Saturday.
The predicted extreme temperature by mid-afternoon brings the city to a sweltering halt. Traffic slows as the gridlock thickens, the pace begins to stall to almost a crawl almost as quickly as the mercury ascends, really, past an unacceptable level.
As the city braces itself for another sleepless night, the only relief for many comes from the lingering clouds above. Yet, it doesn’t rain. It never does.
Be the following a metaphor for TNA or not. The clouds gather, the storm builds, yet rarely it rains to satisfy the dry E...
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