(thinking about Somali famine & drought)
I walk into the Sports Complex after a 13.1 mile run; 90º+ with no water.
(thirsty by choice)
A tween hockey player spits on the floor at my feet.
I look at him and say "seriously? yuck."
Hockey kid, "sorry, but I just got off the ice and I'm really thirsty."
I'm sure he was thirsty. I was thirsty too.
There was water, as much as we could possibly drink within a few feet of us:
cold available relief.
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