No Heat
The pipes, being warm or cold totally depends on the mood of the supplier. Howling wind, 7 degrees, yet no heat.
So chilly, I don't want to cook, I don't want to eat, I don't want to wear pants, I don't want to win the bread. All I want is to curl myself in the blanket, closing my eyes like the Snow White in the crystal coffin, waiting to wake up until spring. It doesn't matter if I can't wake up by then.
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