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It's a good day. Hot wind gusting through open car windows, Living Dead Girl blaring on the speakers, and me savaging a giant honeycrisp apple at the stop light, chewing down to the juice and sucking the core until the tendons in my neck stand out.
Summer isn't quite dead yet.
It's a good day.
Summer isn't quite dead yet.
It's a good day.
