Anthony Yelenick wakes every summer morning in a puddle of his own sweat.
The pillows are moist. His pajamas are drenched. The sheets are soaked.
At night, the 43-year-old glides a wet washcloth over his body, flips a fan on and flops into bed sans blankets, hoping the cool air hitting his damp skin will bring him enough comfort to drift into a stifling sleep.
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