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Before moving south to L.A. with its unending warm weather, I’d feel wistful with the start of summer. In San Francisco, where I lived, July and August were shivery months. As couples bolted the city for romantic weekend getaways to the wine country, I huddled alone in my apartment by the heater. Summer exacerbated being single. Not anymore. Relentless sunny skies can have its drawbacks (barely), but it’s a relief to live in a place from which you don’t need to flee.
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