by on March 9, 2016
“102. One Hundred and Two Fucking Degrees.” Allen checked the temperature gauge on his car one more time, then got reluctantly out. Allen was 19 years old, and home for the summer after his first year in college. And in South Carolina, that meant dealing with the ungodly heat and crushing humidity. But Allen wasn’t about to go home. He had worked hard to lose weight in college, and he would not slide back just because it was a little warm. He slowly stumbled into a jog, taking step after ste...
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