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                The evening air felt like a thicket of sweat - fitting, because I was already a sweaty mess. Such was this summer&rsquo;s way, with days reaching degrees you&rsquo;d find in a microwave. Honest to god, it would&rsquo;ve been the worst thing, had I not been expecting it. Forecasts had my back there.<br />
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                I popped open my laptop a