August is generally a very stupid month, for reasons. It’s stood as a marker of time passing—first, school starting; then a death; then the anniversary of that death coinciding with school starting. Now that I’ve been out of school, it’s only the middle one that holds any meaning during this hottest, stickiest month of the year. And I gotta say, it ain’…
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