Sweat
Sweat. It matted my hair, stung my eyes, and left my bare torso looking like I’d just taken a shower. I had ditched my t-shirt hours before once it was soaked. That left me wearing shorts and running shoes. Sitting down on the grass in the shade of our largest tree, I took a long swig from my water bottle and surveyed the yard. After weeks of being too busy with other stuff, I had managed to pick the hottest, muggiest day of the summer to get caught up on the yard work. In four hours, I had...
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