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A Bit Brisk


Zero degrees fahrenheit in Minneapolis.

“I can’t believe you like walking in this weather,” she said.

“I’ve always liked walking when it’s cold.”

“Be careful.”

“I will. Besides, it’s cold enough that if something happens, I’ll freeze, and then they’ll just be able to thaw me out when it’s convenient.”

“Oh, great, now I have to stay up until you get back.”

Posted in Journal at 8:30 am

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