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A small ringlet of sweat meandered from the posterior aspect of my neck to the pool beginning to form in the small of my back. My once crisp white oxford dress shirt was pockmarked with translucent water marks like butter on wax paper and my “manly-man” deodorant was now as fresh smelling as a twelve day old bass. The 4 o’clock sun seemed to leap towards the earth increasing its intensity making me a believer in global ...