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Not an EpicIt was one of those days in the middle of the summer that was so archetypally Florida that you could feel it. The sun was shining, with only a few clouds here and there in the sky, not enough to provide any shade. The mercury was pushing mid-nineties, with waves of heat radiating off the dark road and oil mirages shimmering in the distance, as ethereal as the memory of the hot noon-day sun. Scruffy patches of grass grew in the hot sand by the rough curb. No one needed to tell you that it was a summer Saturday day in Florida; you could just tell. It could have been any other dayNot an Epic
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In The Absence Of Light...Darkness Prevails
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