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Jessica lay stretched diagonally across her four-poster bed, staring the cloud mural she had painted on her ceiling in a crafty faze that had struck her a few months back. The blue she had used to paint the sky was an almost perfect match of her eye color. Her blond hair that reached three-quarters of the way down her back hung over the edge of the bed, and she still had on the wife-beater and shorts that she slept in as she had not even bothered to get dressed that day. The heatwave that had struck the city was still in full force, precluding any kind of outdoor activity. "What a way to spend a Saturday," Jessica thought, "holed up in my house with nothing to do but lie in bed and stare at my second rate artistic endeavors." The horrendous humidity even seeped into her home, making the air heavy and thick; Jessica's wife-beater clung to her skin with perspiration. "God, when is that guy gonna get here," she said aloud with exasperation. Only a few years out of college, Jessica had just settled into her own place. She enjoyed the independance, but not the problems. Her air conditioner was on the fritz-of all times-and the repairman was supposed to arrive sometime that morning. "Its not like they can ever be on time," Jessica thought, "and in the meantime I have to suffer. She contmeplated getting dressed, but her sleepwear could constitute an actual summer outfit, she definitely didn't want to wear any more material to make herself even more uncomfortable, and she figured it was only the repairman, not some foreign embassador, coming over.

After what seemed like forever, Jessica heard the doorbell ring and slid ...

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