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    Too Hot

    Billie winced as she tiptoed across the sun-baked deck with two cold wobbly-pops in hand.

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    Doug Langille

    Doug Langille

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    Too Hot

    Billie winced as she tiptoed across the sun-baked deck with two cold wobbly-pops in hand. “You look smokin’ hot, sweetheart,” I said, taking the beers with one hand and pushing her into the pool with the other.

    Photo by Joe Shlabotnik

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    Tags: grounded, intimacy, wit

    Published: July 25, 2014

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