Picture this: you’re on a date, or a job interview, and just as you’re trying to be your most engaging droplets of sweat make their way from your forehead down your check. At that moment, you lift your arm to seamlessly wipe it away, exposing your sodden underarm. This comes shortly after you arrived late, and extended a sweaty palm to your partner, just to witness them grimace upon clasping it. It’s summer of the hottest year on the planet, and this isn’t a nightmare…it’s reality.
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