The atmosphere was set: she was wearing her aviators, with her broken in jeans, and Maryville t-shirt. Her left leg was hiked up and resting on the side of the door, in a-yoga-half-indian-style position. The guys were inside getting beer, and all the gear was loaded in the in the back of the Rav. Windows down, the dry heat of early June did not
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