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Late in the afternoon last Saturday, my friend was driving through near-deserted streets with her boyfriend towards a small town that lies just past the outskirts of the city. The air was so hot it hurt your lungs to breathe. Only mad dogs and Englishmen, as Noël Coward would have it, would be crazy enough to be outside on such a day. Mad dogs, Englishmen, and my friend – loyal to a fault – making the trek to her boyfriend’s cousin’s 18th birthday party in the emerald green, eucalypt-covered mountains that encircle our city.

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Late in the afternoon last Saturday, my friend was driving through near-deserted streets with her boyfriend towards a small town that lies just past the outskirts of the city. The air was so hot it hurt your lungs to breathe. Only mad dogs and Englishmen, as Noël Coward would have it, would be crazy enough to be outside on such a day. Mad dogs, Englishmen, and my friend – loyal to a fault – making the trek to her boyfriend’s cousin’s 18th birthday party in the emerald green, eucalypt-covered mountains that encircle our city.

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Late in the afternoon last Saturday, my friend was driving through near-deserted streets with her boyfriend towards a small town that lies just past the outskirts of the city. The air was so hot it hurt your lungs to breathe. Only mad dogs and Englishmen, as Noël Coward would have it, would be crazy enough to be outside on such a day. Mad dogs, Englishmen, and my friend – loyal to a fault – making the trek to her boyfriend’s cousin’s 18th birthday party in the emerald green, eucalypt-covered mountains that encircle our city.

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Late in the afternoon last Saturday, my friend was driving through near-deserted streets with her boyfriend towards a small town that lies just past the outskirts of the city. The air was so hot it hurt your lungs to breathe. Only mad dogs and Englishmen, as Noël Coward would have it, would be crazy enough to be outside on such a day. Mad dogs, Englishmen, and my friend – loyal to a fault – making the trek to her boyfriend’s cousin’s 18th birthday party in the emerald green, eucalypt-covered mountains that encircle our city.

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