Winter likes to lull us with a false sense of "Oh, it's not so cold" and then try to kill us.
In a completely unrelated story, I had a dream with you in it last night. It was you, Heather, Dave, Kristin, Tim, Elizabeth, and Baby Malcolm all around the table and talking about moving to southern New Hampshire.
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In a completely unrelated story, I had a dream with you in it last night. It was you, Heather, Dave, Kristin, Tim, Elizabeth, and Baby Malcolm all around the table and talking about moving to southern New Hampshire.
But you had short hair in it.
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