I would imagine not. 'Tis warmer than the very height of summer...
[A tangent comes next, during which Gump's voice turns thoughtful, though it remains soft and ever so slightly wheezy; almost like the rustle of wind through foliage]
You think this the work of our captors? To vex their pets, or something more alarming still?
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[A tangent comes next, during which Gump's voice turns thoughtful, though it remains soft and ever so slightly wheezy; almost like the rustle of wind through foliage]
You think this the work of our captors? To vex their pets, or something more alarming still?