Jack unpacked sweatshirts, sweatpants, thick athletic socks. He wore them to encourage his body to reach a temperature hot enough to melt solids. No matter what anyone said, sweat was nothing but liquid fat. That's why it smelled like rancid bacon grease. As conundrums go, sweat was also his most private and trusted confidant.
-Sherry Shahan
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