January [8], 200[8]. A lovely [Tuesday]. Whatever shall I do? Well, I could go outside in the crisp winter air, walk around, see my breath while breathing, maybe go skiing on the powder-covered slopes of Wachusett. The cold winter air just makes me feel so alive. Alas, this seems unlikely to happen. Instead, I shall wear short sleeves and wander
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And that is kinda funny that it was the same last year....
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