Don’t Talk

The heat beats down from all around, and each round leaves a new sheen of sweat running down your back. Clothes plastered to your shape, molding it into crude dips and bulges. You touch your face, and it comes away greasy. You wipe it on your sweaty shorts and roll your thighs, hoping for relief.

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