153 The halls emptied with special urgency as teens rushed forth into heated cars and buses to make the mad dash home before the coming storm. “Don’t you care for Mr. ” True summer descended like a sticky fever upon August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. Whenever she came upon the obliterated word and paused, her father would say: "Faith.
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