Enough about the impending heat, the descending sweat, the summer oppression that allows you to hate the parts of your body you don’t even think about the rest of the year. (Crease of the knee, you dastardly skin fold!) Washingtonians are doomed to hand-wring over the rising thermometers of June because we seek clues regarding the battle plans of our sworn enemy, August.
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