A sultry afternoon, worsened by a smidgen of rain, stifling outdoors and the inability to adapt to this weather; to sweat like a frozen water bottle left in hamam, to have the condensation pool around ankles, to not care a whit about wiping away at your face like a bedraggled mess as the sweat drips down the forehead while others watch on and suddenly realizing the surroundings to backpedal and regain the usual poise and tactfully retrieve a soft tissue from a bag to gently tap on the forehead and mouth when in reality you really just want to raise the hem of your delightfully soft cotton skirt and rub at your existence until all the sweat is absorbed.
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