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The summer wind carries waves of heat, tumbling through the treetops in layers of lush green. Cicada chirps stretch like a taut string, piercing straight from noon into dusk, nailing the swelter into every inch of the air. When beads of condensation roll down an ice-cold soda bottle, it always feels as though time itself is melting.
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