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back porch read 103 degrees. The cicadas were screaming in the oaks, and the ice in my pitcher melted before I could pour a second glass.
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back porch read 103 degrees. The cicadas were screaming in the oaks, and the ice in my pitcher melted before I could pour a second glass.
My son had been engaged for three months, and I had waited every one of those days to meet the girl who had finally softened him.
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