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Laying achingly cold on my bed with the box fan pointed right on me.
Set on high, it provides the most sense of privacy I’ve ever felt, even from behind a locked door. No one can hear me inside this whirlwind pocket of air.
Maybe one day, I will brave it all to finally get warm, if only for a moment.
Maybe one day, I will brave it all to finally get warm, if only for a moment.
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