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14 years ago
Dear Winter,
You are my favourite time of year. It's always dark, I don't have to mow the lawn and no one yells at me for not going outside.
BUT WHY ARE YOU COMING AFTER ME INSIDE MY HOUSE?
I think my feet are frozen in my slippers. My hands are like ice and my drinks are interestingly colder outside my fridge. In fact, there's this odd tingle in my bones that makes me worried that you've begun to worm your way inside my marrow.
THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE. GET BACK OUTSIDE.
Withnotmuchlove,
Lina
You are my favourite time of year. It's always dark, I don't have to mow the lawn and no one yells at me for not going outside.
BUT WHY ARE YOU COMING AFTER ME INSIDE MY HOUSE?
I think my feet are frozen in my slippers. My hands are like ice and my drinks are interestingly colder outside my fridge. In fact, there's this odd tingle in my bones that makes me worried that you've begun to worm your way inside my marrow.
THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE. GET BACK OUTSIDE.
Withnotmuchlove,
Lina
