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The temperature rose so high that I wished I could have my fourteenth Popsicles for the day. There was a rare wind once in a while to cool down the burning feeling on my skin. Summer night, of every year, is typical. It is with the wind-chimes singing happily its bell-like tune once in a while. It is filled with ice latte, buzzing flies, electric fans, sweat trickles down back, baked hard earth, hot as stew.The cicadas sang their annoying, head aching songs like the buzz of a trillion beetles, all the time in the carefree chorus that was a pain of butt. The cats were in heat too, with their meowing into your eardrums every early night, busy flirting with each other and making that at-the-climax bursting sound that threatened your beauty sleep.

The sky was painted black once salmon sky transformed into a vast unlimitedness of jet black that inundated the city. The darkness was filling up with small specks of light, twinkling eyes, in its time, smiled upon the world. Some were dull, merely glistening into existence, but the adequate amount of glimmering stars illuminated the moonless s...