Swaddled under two blankets, a duvet, sheets, sweatshirt, t-shirt, yoga pants, those thick, fluffy, winter socks, and a nice warm puppy on the bed, I am writing to you from the depths of the cold, which can now be described as our house. Maybe that's a slight exaggeration, but the heater in our house stopped working yesterday. I didn't really
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