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The value of the literary metaphor for surviving summer cannot be underestimated. My now-husband and I spent an enjoyable week fighting a tremendous midwestern heat wave about ten years ago by camping out in the one room in our apartment that had a window AC unit, drinking cool things, thinking cold thoughts, and reading Krakauer's novel. It worked wonderfully.

Good luck with the laundry.

I have to say, too, that I fully appreciate the promised pluperfect, and that it was wonderful to meet you.

Audubon Ron

When surveying our messy clutered house, my ex and I would always ask, "Were we robbed?"

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