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Cancun
Friday, July 20th, 2001The sun beat down on Heather’s bare skin. It was hot and it was humid. She had started sweating the moment she had stepped off the airplane two days ago, and hadn’t stopped since. The only time she felt remotely comfortable was when she was wearing her bikini—as she was now. It wasn’t much of a bikini either. She’d bought it, especially for this trip. “If I’m going to be on the beach in Cancun, I’m going to do it right,” she had told her mother when she made the...
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