Conditions are worsening. The cold demons have converged and shriek for blood like howling, windy banshees. Supplies are low, but I dare not venture forth as it takes longer to apply winter gear than it does to walk to the store and back. I have managed to trap heat in the kitchen, but living room and bedroom are no longer fit for human habitation
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Did you really finish all that rum already?
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