It was a scorching dry day in a long run of hot, dry days. We sauntered back through the trees toward our chalet, our footsteps cushioned by the bed of dry pine needles beneath our feet. The super-heated air was rich with the aroma of pine and filled with the constant chirping of cicadas. I followed Krissy along the trail. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on her long toned tan legs
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