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It is 51° in my house right now. I am perfectly comfortable. And the heater is OFF. So I'm either dressed for Antarctica or suffering from Dengue. Had two drinks at the Nautical earlier and stayed just sober enough to crawl home for a nap. I mean, I'm ALWAYS a cheap date, but when it's really cold out I get loopier much faster. So maybe the booze is helping, but, well, whutevah dutes... I loof, luff, lurve not turning on the heater in this joint. Tah-dah!
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