Weather and I have always had an unstable relationship. I spend the winter months curled in one of my many, many blankets while perched on top of the heater vents. The summer, on the other hand, is spent repressing a hiss every time I step outside and feel the sun. In the winter I can only think of the green grass of summer, and in the summer my thoughts are often turned to the sweatshirts and hot chocolate of winter. The only thing that really remains the same between the two is that fact that my family is going to fall victim to my cold hands regardless of the weather. Cold hands, warm heart, right?
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