She was glad not to be baking in it anymore, or feeling the fiberglass splinters 64 invading her rear end from sitting on the bleachers. No matter how many books one read, each was different, as each human being was different. A shaft of searing heat plunged downward. ‘Must be still downstairs. Things hung for a moment in an awkward silence. ‘I can’t tell you the times I’ve wished for a gun to point at Hilary’s head.
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