Winter Weight: a dS drabble	  Winter Weight
 a due South drabble 
by Ophelia Coelridge

  "How d'you do it?" Irritable grumble. 

 "Do what, Ray?" 

"Look at you. It's pushing ninety degrees--" 

 "Thirty degrees Celcius." 

 "--stop that--without the humidity, and you look like you've been
starched. Admit it. You're sweating." 

 Infuriatingly logical. "Well, perspiration is a natural--" 

 "Frase, Dief tried to climb into my fridge. Admit it." 

 "Admit what?" 

 "The uniform. It's hot." 

 "Why Ray, I had no idea--" 

 "I meant too warm." Guilty flush. 

 "As a matter of fact--" 

 "Admit it." 

 "What?" 

 "Admit it." 

 "What?" 

 "Admit it!" 

 "Fine! ... It's hot. And it itches. Are you satisfied?" 

 Smugly. "Yes." 

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