FIREBENDER
I ward off the cold by
heating things up. Funny how
life is, like that. For three months
people sweat to death complaining
of the heat, and then they start the
wailing about freezing their asses
off. There's too much to go, and
too little to keep. I suppose that's
how it goes; caught in the draft
with no sweater, or dying in
August with nothing more
to delete.
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