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I never understood why my neighbor, Sam, ever moved to Phoenix from northern Canada. He hates the heat. In the middle of summer he complained bitterly, then descended into a deep depression. His wife was concerned.
One day she called me, said Sam had disappeared. She was worried he might have ended it all.
We searched the house, then I remembered their old chest freezer in the garage. I threw open the top.
Sam was motionless, his flesh transparent like ice.
“Please close the lid,” Sam said. “You’ll let in the heat. This is the first time I’ve been cool.”