The heat in New Orleans didn't just sit on you—it pressed down, heavy and wet, the way a hand presse
The heat in New Orleans didn't just sit on you—it pressed down, heavy and wet, the way a hand presses down on your chest when you're trying to breathe underwater. Serafina Dubois wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of her wrist and looked out through the open doorway of her shop on Royal Street. The street was alive with tourists in their bright shirts and straw hats, taking pictures of...
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