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Begin­ning of autumn, not that you could tell by how warm it was.  Cen­tral North Car­olina.  Eight o’clock in the morn­ing.  Run­ning on not much cof­fee.  Simone and I at the Writ­ers Police Acad­emy: Day 1.

Kath says warm; Simone says, “The rea­son I would never live in North Car­olina ever again.” It was only about 85 degrees. It felt like 95. ( Read more... )