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Tommy’s coffee was not enough to stop the shivers. This winter is ridiculous. How much can I take?
Inside, even shielded from the cutting wind, the cold was there, a living entity, seeping from the brick and mortar into him as he walked to his apartment.
The cold greeted him in his apartment. The radiator sat wrapped in cold against the wall, too stubborn to light. Too cold.
He walked to the window. Slid it open. Why not? Climbing onto the ledge, the wind cut his dry, chapped skin, but it wasn’t satisfied. It slid around his back and pushed.
Why fight it?
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