There comes a point every summer where I reach my breaking point. Some specific day where the summer’s relentless smother exceeds my enjoyment of pools and short shorts and lazy porch nights. The inciting incident is different every year, but it predictably occurs 2.5 weeks after my birthday (August 5.) The anticipation of my birthday buoys me through …
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