I forgot what winter was really like. I'm beginning to remember. My little shoebox knows no happy medium. The minute I turn up the heat to defrost my toes the rest of me starts roasting. It's Cold, out there, very.
But life goes on, and everyone still walks to and fro on campus, looking somewhat like the Michelin Man.
home sweet shoebox
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