Daily storms and the summer cools midstream. I drove in 103 degrees with the window cracked and hot wind in my eyes 16 hours the third day. With the blue print cotton dress and two gallons of water on the seat. With ice in a bowl for my tongue and neck. The engine crepted along the hills, the needle crepted towards red, and the road made its yellow dashes towards the sun. The sun would not set the last hours, it became earlier as it became late.
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