supercalifragilistic expialidocious
Thomas entered the three broomsticks scratching his head. He wasn't used to such heat like this in the village near London that he lives in is much cooler them this temperature.
He looked at the butterbeer that was placed on his table by the waiter, he wasn't really want butterbeer because it was a hot but tasty drink but anyway he took a few sips. If he could ask for Sprite, Coca Cola or even a simple juice it would be much better for today. Slowly he finished the drink and he felt like he was on fire in his stomach. He got up and left the shop.
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