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Thursday, August 25, 2005

Degree Celsius

The coals are glowing brightly in the dark, illuminating little warmth. The aroma of sizzling BBQ meat, carried along by the chilly night wind, will certainly awaken the sleepiest stomach. In the mist of the jabbering and soft laughter, soulful R&B music paced my steps.

Slipping my ice cold beer, I feel a little lukewarm. Very lukewarm indeed.

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