I love the Georgia humidity. You walk down about a 1/10 of a mile even after the sun has gone down and it begins. Sweatie. Lots of it. It beads up and then drips and sometimes just sits there on your neck or oozes out of your armpits. Maybe you'll have a little droplet hanging off of your nose that you can blow off or have a friend point out to you. We can't escape it. I wonder how bad it would smell if you took everyone's clothes and put them in a big sweaty pile after a long summer day. mmmmmmmmm....
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