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It's funny how one summer can change everything. It must be something about the heat and the smell of chlorine,fresh cut grass and honeysuckle. asphalt sizzling after late-day thunderstorms,the steam rising while everything drips around it. Something about long, lazy days and whirring air conditioners and bright plastic flip flops from the drugstore thwacking down the street. Something about fall being so close, another year, another Christmas, another beginning. So much in one summer, stirring up like the storms that crest at the end of each day, blowing out all the heat and dirt to leave everything gasping and cool Everyone can reach back to one summer and lay a finger to it, finding that exact point when everything changed. That summer was mine.

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