I feel horrible. Today, when I was at Elston and Ashland, I lost one of my awkward, ill-fitting mittens. The worst part is that a man in a truck must have seen it fall off and kept signaling for me to go back, but I dismissed his gestures because I assumed he was just being rude or gross and wasn't very good at it. RIP, mitten. At least you
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