It's hot. God, it's hot. The heat index is supposed to go up to 110 today. It is so steamy already that everything feels wet. The only things that seem to be moving outside are the cicadas, sounding like thousands of miniature spaceships ready to take off to somewhere cooler.
I need a cold drink.
"I'm outta here!"
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August 13, 2005
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