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Weekly Contest #314
It was the hottest day of the year, and my uncle was desperate to get out. Golden sand from the beach and not so golden sand from the pavement had mixed together in the air to tell us a storm was brewing. Men with loud voices were screaming at the top of their lungs to usher - or to scare people into their already overflowing shops for safety - or for sales, I wasn’t sure which. I thought about it for a moment as I held my uncle Samir’s hand and squeezed to remind him that we were not moving anywhere, yet everybody else was. Moe had gone off...
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