Comparison:
My makeup had melted off hours ago, and my deodorant also waved the white flag.
Sometimes surrender is the very best option.
Context:
[Confessions of a Failed Timeshare Saleswoman]
The midday sun blazed overhead, reflecting off of every surface. My makeup had melted off hours ago, and my deodorant also waved the white flag. My feet ached and burned on the scorching pavement, a sensation I had yet to grow accustomed to. My cell phone rang in my pocket. I didn’t need to check the caller ID. I felt my whole body tense as I pulled the phone out. I took a deep breath, exhaled, and answered.
Citation:
Campos, Rosie. “Confessions of a Failed Timeshare Saleswoman.” narratively.com, 25 July 2016. Web.
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