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back into the fold, quietly returning to places and things familiar, the sun beats down, the flesh making appearances after long time underneath cotton and clothing, and the heat bears down, the wetness in the air clings and claws, firmly encased within its grasp, caught, with no escape, but some, a movie theater, a library, a bookstore, little if some temporary relief from the heat
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