I woke this morning to the gentle pitter-patter of rain on my bedroom window, there are few sounds that can top that, bacon sizzling on a pan, maybe the sound of wood popping as it goes up in flames. anyways, it's cold out there, a nipply 52 degrees, it's cold inside my house, but toasty here underneath my 2 down comforters. As this semester ends,
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