Today provided the perfect chill - a great brumal, if you will. The rain and drizzle that had plagued the previous gelid days was nowhere to be found; it was pure Northern cold today and I loved every moment of it. My nipples got so hard, I could've killed twenty orphans through their retinas before lunch with them.
Watching my breath becoming mist is like watching a dying smoker embracing every drag after finding out their condition is terminal.
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