The eve of July fourth was the perfect summer night. A group of us had gathered for a cookout and water balloon fight in a friend’s backyard to celebrate the holiday. I’d forgotten what it felt like to run barefoot through drought-dried grass, to squeal as I dodged balloons and shriek at their icy impact.
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