God, it's hot! Sweat's trickling down my temples, down my shirt, under my arms, even in the creases behind my knees. My ponytail's falling out and my hair feels like a solid slick mass against my neck, but I can't stop - fling (okay, creak) open the jaws of the freight elevator and pray I don't run over this - I don't know, mass of humanity, or
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