Georgia was always hot and humid, no matter the weather, except for the summer, then it was simply torrid. So when young Solomon Olds was covered in sweat before he even reached school, he wasn’t surprised, but when he saw a Lost Angel on the curb, then he was shocked. Her hair was sort and bright red, blood red, it hung in strands over bowed head, which dangle above her crouched body on the curb. Obviously, she wasn’t from Georgia, with her black skinny jeans, Nirvana tee, and the black and white flannel tied around her waist, but her black dentelle up combat boots were appropriate. With...
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