On a sticky Saturday morning in July, I stepped out of the air-conditioned car, and the Alabama summer hit me like a wet blanket. The brick pathway at my feet passed through a small ornamental fence, crossed some scrubby grass,
On a sticky Saturday morning in July, I stepped out of the air-conditioned car, and the Alabama summer hit me like a wet blanket. The brick pathway at my feet passed through a small ornamental fence, crossed some scrubby grass,
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