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A blast of oven-hot wind seemed to suck him out.
The car was oven-hot inside, its seats burning to the touch.
I could see it clearly, flapping in the oven-hot breeze of early afternoon.
His face beneath Simon's hand was oven-hot and slippery with sweat.
This is surprising for a planet with normally oven-hot temperatures, scientists say.
And that's what residents in the record-setting oven-hot region of the Southwest are doing.
The wind was still blowing, oven-hot, swirling dust and torn paper up against the walls.
The ship was trembling, shaking almost like a living creature swimming through the thick, oven-hot air.
The sun was sinking, leaving a veil of dust and grime on the oven-hot air.
Oven-hot, with a strong garlic accent, it was delicious.
The temperatures in the detention room were oven-hot.
When the oven-hot souffle arrived, the ice cream and sauce were poked into its center.
As expected, the dinner of fried chicken and oven-hot mince pie was delicious.
(On the previous visit it had been delicious and oven-hot.)
Along the same lines, roll down the windows and wait for the oven-hot air to dissipate before you slide behind the wheel.
It's late afternoon but still oven-hot as I wander back toward Taishakuten.
With the caponata came oven-hot slices of crusty Italian bread.
Because the house was oven-hot, she put them away first, relieved that the refrigerator was sparkling clean.
The desert is silent, the only movement tumbleweed blown by oven-hot gusts.
It's an oven-hot summer afternoon and the group is kicking back, drinking, shouting and laughing.
He gave us tea and chilled water, because even at night Tripoli is oven-hot in August.
He sat for a while on feet and flukes, a long, graceful mahogany shape among oven-hot high-colored walls.
Old Mrs. Harvey had sent over two loaves of home- made bread, still oven-hot.
They walked straight to the terminal and into a small, oven-hot office that was bare except for a shabby, wooden table and two chairs.
All week the turnout of voters has been low, and the mood in the dusty, oven-hot capital was sour and cynical.