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I was sitting on the patio one afternoon in June. The sun was bright and hot. I had positioned the lounge chair so that I would be in full sun, and the small table beside it was in the shade. It was quiet, as only an Arizona desert can be. Oh, in the distance there were highway noises, but the place was far enough from town that the traffic was mostly local and light. I sipped the cold drink, enjoying the drops of condensation that fell to my bare chest and mingled with the rivulets of sweat running through the thick hair.

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