“Whew, it's so hot,” Mum complained as she entered the bubble tea shop. Marla, our loyal store clerk at the tea shop, immediately handed her water to drink. She then pointed the electric fan directly at Mum because her face was turning extremely red.“I feel like we're in a desert; this heat is exactly like Saudi when summer is approaching.” Dad followed right behind her.“The heat is really terrible, sir; it's like telling you to warm up so that when you go to hell, you're already used to it,” Marla added, who, aside from pointing the electric fan at Mum, was also fanning her.“You said it! It feels like the sun is right on top of our heads,” Dad answered.“By the way, how was your errand?” Marla asked.Dad didn't answer; instead, he pulled a folder out from his side, took out a document, and handed it to me.“We have the permit for Mum’s flower shop!” I shouted.“Yay!”Janel, Marla, and I all jumped at the same time because of the good news we received.“Congrats, Ma’am, Sir,” Marla
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