Megan Robertson
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Los Angeles.

L.A. was fire. Literally, Burbank was on fire while I was out there - in the car one night, my comrades and I looked out the window to see the mountains illuminated by a rash of wildfires. Disconcerting to see on the way to a party. The temperatures were in the triple digits the whole time, too, so I got a couple curve balls. I'd like to think I sweatily knocked 'em out of the park.

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