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January 8, 2017
My feet are cold. Hell my body is cold too. I think the room temperature is high enough and I am wearing two sweaters. There is no sense to this being cold. My hands hover near the heat exhaust on the laptop. The dog lies on the carpet. Or does a dog simply lay on the carpet? No. Everything lies on the carpet unless I lay something there. But back to the cold. It conforms to my body, trying to touch me like a lover, every part pressing against a corresponding part. This cold will not go away. Itís senseless.