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The state of my apartment has inspired me to write a haiku:
It is freaking cold.
Do I still have all my toes?
No, I don't think so.
Beautiful, wasn't it?
Fuck, I'm cold.
It is freaking cold.
Do I still have all my toes?
No, I don't think so.
Beautiful, wasn't it?
Fuck, I'm cold.