I could hear the hum of the air conditioner somewhere out of sight, like a locust behind the building.
I pushed through it into the suddenly cool indoors. It felt good after the hard desert heat, but it felt artificial too, like the soothing touch of an embalmer.
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Friday, September 5, 2008
Poodle Springs, p. 27 (Berkley Mystery)
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air conditioning,
analogy,
artificial,
desert,
heat,
metaphor
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