Why am i always drenched

Even though he wouldn’t admit it, Gil enjoyed water. Swimming, bathing, splashing, playing, he really did enjoy it. Enjoy in a sense that he didn’t feel general dislike at the thought and didn’t openly avoid it. Of course, it was better living in the south toward Auster. Down here, it rarely got to freezing and they didn’t see snow most winters. That was how he liked it. Warm, balmy, muggy, almost hard to breathe. If there was a day where his skin wasn’t feeling wet with sweat, he would question why he was doing it. Sitting upon the shore of Boreas and staring out at the Cypress trees, he took another moment longer to pond his thoughts and stare at the water.

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