"How are you on this fine, crisp, and wintery night?"
he asks me, returning from the hole in the wall where he was previously.
"I don't know,"
I respond calmly.
"How can you not know?"
he says, in that questioning tone, that is supposed to let you know that he cares, but still thinks you're slightly insane.
"It's easy. It's as if I'm living and
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