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In the 132 days that fall between November and March, life creeps by behind the shadows, illuminated minimally by stark white light and chapped by the season's sting. Candidly, it is in these days that our weaknesses and strengths peak, prior to being muted again by the ecstatic lull of sunshine lust. Before the ice man melts, I need to exploit him.
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