A new broom sweeps clean.
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Julys are infamous in terms of what mother nature dishes out in the City of Brotherlove. One part one hundred degree heat, one part one hundred percent humidity and one part no breeze, wind, gust or air, South Philly seemed to be held in the visegrip of a stone mortuary and gasping for air.
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The lengths we go to keep our electric bill down.
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