Cold

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I'm cold

Yet I should be warm

I can see my breath

But it's 90 degrees outside

What?

This makes absolutely no sense

But neither do I

A mist closes in around me

And no enchantments or voodoo can save me now

I'm a cold cold man

Frost trailing up my spine and curling around my neck like a vine

There's no stopping it

I'm already shivering

Jesus it's cold?

Where's the goddamn sun.

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