Cold.
So cold.
Evil evil cold.
A cold that seeps through to the very core of you. Into the very marrow of your bones. A cold that nips and bites, leaving skin feeling numb in its wake. A cold that burns so deep, you wonder if you'll ever know the meaning of warmth again.
Or was warmth just an illusion? Some vague daydream, some fever-induced madness, half-imagined by a delusional mind?
Warmth? I can still vaguely recall a time spent in pale sunshine that never lost the battle aganst the wandering winter wind. When a cloudless sky promised a warm, sunny day - a day maybe too cold for the beach, but still better than a day where daring to wander outdoors without a heavy coat could be the death of you.
And I used to like cold days...
>_>
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Dear Mister Customer-Who-Won't-Stop-Picking-His-Nose:
Please. Stop. It's very icky.
Thank you.
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Bus, Taxi, or Shuttle?
Or a 5-hour wait at the airport?
...
...how long does my DS battery charge last again?
<_<
1 comment:
Books don't need batteries.
And as for Mr. Nosey, next time he does it, punch him in the elbow and see if he keeps going.
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