Our house is hot. I am upstairs with a fan on in my room, a fan on in Sawyer’s room and a big fan on in the middle room trying to cool the house down. Yet today is a good day. The AC repair man has shown up.
He is young with brown curly hair. His name is Chad. I watch him as he adjusts his hair in his side mirror, gathers his toolbelt, his tools, and of course his face mask (which he wears in our hot attic... hero!). And as he puts on his facemask, I put...
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