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If you loved volume one you will absolutely love volume two. This time we're gonna get SWEATY. Welcome to DeVanté Swing's...
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It was a scorching hot Summer Day in the crowded neighborhood of Jackson Heights, Queens, where Latin cultures thrived. The streets were filled with car horns, kids playing, and vibrant Hispanic music blasting from every corner. This vibrant community was home to the Rodriguez Family, a well-known household. In a rush, Velda dashed out of her house, locking it tightly. Her five-year-old son, Dakari, held onto her hand, his tiny fingers intertwined with hers as they walked down the block. Dakari struggled to keep up with his mom's brisk pace. However, Dakari's wide hazel-grey eyes were soon instantly captivated by the sight of a Mr. Softee truck parked nearby. His pace slowed, his feet almost dragging, as he fixated on the colorful ice cream treats tantalizingly displayed at the window as the ice cream man handed out the decadent desserts to the young children. Recognizing her son's enchantment, Velda gently tugged him forward, reminding him of their time constraints.
"Kari, come on, we gotta hurry before papi gets home," Velda said, pulling her stubborn five-year-old Dakari along as they walked to the nearest PathMark. Her flip-flops flapped against the crowded sidewalk, and her purse buckles clanked with each hurried step.
"Mommy, it's hot..." Dakari whined, pouting and holding his mother's sweaty hand. Velda mentally cursed Mateo for being careless with their family car last week, which resulted in it being broken into by a heroin junky. She preferred driving to the grocery store a few blocks from their Jackson Heights home instead of walking in the sweltering summer heat with a fussy five-year-old. It was only two weeks into June, but it felt like the middle of August, with the scorching heat taking over the streets of New York, melting anyone in its path. Velda hated everything about summer; she was born in winter and couldn't stand feeling hot or sweating. Even her son, born in the summer, despised the heat.
