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"Summer in Charleston wraps itself around the patrons like a wool blanket on a hot day, and how nice it is to remember the colors of marsh pathway boat trips and the water splashing, hitting the wind and fanning with mist the surprised man, balancing, staring.It was only just happy hour and the evening was pleasant childhood dusk. The blood cools inside the bar, releasing from the steam of the humid, humid air. Fingers sizzle on pavement and fingernails melt with spotted brains, lungs taking a deep breath, thankful for the extra-cold air pumped like a struggling monster through the old...