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The chlorine stung my nostrils, a sharp, clean scent that did little to mask the humid heat clinging to the air above the community pool. It was late afternoon, the…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the shack, a relentless, insistent drumming that mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. Outside, the Louisiana bayou stretched out,…

The rain hammered against the corrugated iron roof of the dive bar, a frantic rhythm mirroring the frantic beat of my own heart. The air hung thick with the smell…