Texas summer was a wet cloud of fire. Sweating through my t-shirt at the laundromat, I shuffled damp wads of clothing into an open-faced dryer.
From there, I left everything tumbling over itself in a Speed Queen loaded for 60 minutes—and followed a stranger to his nearby house.
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