It's fecking cold. So so fecking cold. And it's only going to get worse!
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| A truer word has never been spoken. |
My nose is froze and my toes are froze. My thighs feel like something you'd pull out of a Captain Birdseye packet. My nose has icicles hanging from it and I'm not totally sure I still have lips attached to my face.
It's fecking cold.
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| This is my cue to hibernate. |
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