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Blind Ambitions by Lolita Files
They said it never rained in southern California. Well, whoever they were, they lied. Today the rain was coming down with a vengeance, spewing upon her out of the heavens with a fierceness that seemed deliberate in its intent. It was September 20. Officially the last day of summer. How appropriate, she thought. Everything today was apparently the last. The last of the summer. The last of her luxuries. The last damn straw. That is, if things didn't change. And soon. She normally kept her thick hair blow-dried straight, but the rain caused it to revert back into its natural, loose-bodied curl. Now her dark brown shoulder-length hair was sticking to her face and neck, a clammy mess that didn't help the muggy feeling she'd been awash in all afternoon as she drove around in the post-lunchtime traffic and sun. She'd avoided the freeways, but La Cienega had been jammed, and so was Sepulveda. Even as she made her way on Slauson, cars were backed up. People were moving at an absolute crawl. Despite the rain, she'd been driving with the windows down, and her body was hot to the core. There was nothing she could do about it. She couldn't turn on the air conditioner in the car. No way could she afford to burn up her gas like that. These days, she had to make the dollars stretch as far as she possibly could. As she stood at her front door, her bulky brown purse slipped off her left shoulder, which, in turn, caused her to lose her balance with the grocery bags, which were already weak because they were made out of paper and soaked all the way through. Desi always chose paper over plastic. At least it was biodegradable, recyclable, something. She'd been in California a long time now, and subscribed fully to the idea of living a clean life and leaving behind a clean world.
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