It was a 90-degree July day that broke me. The humidity, the stagnant air, the beads of sweat that mixed with my SPF to form an acidic slurry that ran directly into my eyes. I’d had enough. I get mean when I’m hot, and trust me, no one wants to deal with my heat-induced crankiness.
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