It’s sunny … it’s hot … I’m sweating … I’m thirsty. I close my eyes, I feel the warm breeze, I hear the squeak of the screen door opening and the snap of it slamming shut. I smile as I remember my grandma coming to my rescue with a large, refreshing glass of ice-cold lemonade. I touch the icy glass to my forehead, my smile widens, and that first gulp of lemonade sends shivers through my body. I open my eyes, no grandma in site, no lemonade to be found. So … I pop open a beer.
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