The sun beat down on the asphalt of the Hawkins High parking lot, turning the air into a shimmering, sticky haze. It was the kind of late August afternoon where even the cicadas sounded tired.
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The sun beat down on the asphalt of the Hawkins High parking lot, turning the air into a shimmering, sticky haze. It was the kind of late August afternoon where even the cicadas sounded tired.