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BLAIRE
The girls giggled behind me as we walked around the Fourth of July festival in Mackenzie Park. Fireworks would be set up down the hill in an hour or two. Already, cars were filling the parking lots to get prime locations. But the festival was still full of college students who were unlucky enough to be taking summer classes, teens holding hands and sneaking kisses, and families full of toddling children, happy to eat cotton candy and ride precarious carnival rides. A band blared music from the stage, and booths were set up with food and crafts and a market to sell wares. It was a delightful summer evening despite the heat. But at least Lubbock was part desert, so the nights were windy and cooled down to almost a reasonable temperature.
“Are you watching it again?” I grumbled.
