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"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"
"This heat is killing me. Let's get a drink in Little Antarctica?"
"They complain that it's the hottest summer in a hundred years, but I say, No problem-o."
"It's not the heat or the humidity. It's the self-recrimination over not finding a way to get out of the city this summer."
The Concrete Café.
"Oh, you know - wearing light clothing, drinking plenty of liquids, and avoiding strenuous activity."
The Rockefeller Center August Tree
"At least it's a dry heat."