It was days like this one, ones that woke her, sweating, out of a fitful sleep, that she knew were going to be particularly bad. Moist heat was already rolling in her bedroom window and it squealed when she shut and locked it against the stifling morning. Cara closed all the windows and pulled the drapes. It would do no good if all the cooler night air was wasted in a half-hour of sun-sizzled daylight, the air so thick it felt like she was wearing it like a wetsuit.
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