I know that I am from Ohio, but it is cold. The morning walk to the Metro has been a much dreaded ordeal. Layers, hats, gloves, scarves and then off to test my luck against the bitterly cold wind.
Somehow my teenage need to look cool has succumbed to practicality. When I was in high school I wouldn’t be caught dead pulling up the hood on my jacket or wrapping my scarf up around my face. Now the warmer, the better.
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I HATE being cold. Strangely, we're going tubing tomorrow. Yikes!
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