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Liza had propped the windows open with empty paint cans and pieces of wood when we came in to survey the damage, but that only let in hot July breezes. Andrew was covered in sweat already, his white t-shirt clinging to his lanky body. We'd let him do most of the heavy lifting involved in clearing out the apartment. Liza's father owned the building, and somehow she'd talked us into helping her make one of the apartments habitable again. A horde of college guys had trashed the place, leaving beer cans and mysterious stains everywhere, and then left with the summer.