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Wiping the sweat off of her brow with the hem of her tank top, she bent over and kept on plucking the overly-grown weeds from the round porcelain pots, stopping to catch her breath from time to time as even if it was still morning, the sun was already beating down the glass-made roof, creating a proper environment rather fit for a sauna room.

"Oh boy, this heat is killing me," She heard Dan whine from somewhere close to her, turning aside to watch him approach her with a small bottle of water in his hand.