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Go anywhere and strike up a conversation. “How’s it going?” “Just trying to stay cool.” “Yeah, I’m sick and tired of the @#$%*&! heat.” Yes, tempers are as combustible as a field of wheat stubble. The scalding, skin-bubbling, blast furnace heat is the topic that breaks the ice, err, actually melts it and vaporizes it in a puff of steam. Sure, we’ve been teased with a few drops of rain and my front yard is ...
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