"There is little more I love to feel than those first cool breezes glancing off my sun-wearied cheeks when golden hour starts to arrive earlier."
"Thrust away the oppressive heat of Summer, that we may revel in tender embrace"
"Then said [Help], Give me thy hand."
"Only in a place like Two Guns, Arizona could the first customer in a week walk out richer with the shopkeeper poorer."
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