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Why am I so cold? Why have I spent the last few days under a blanket, watching movies, cuddling with cats and feeling sorry for the Turkish fotball team? I found the answer today; I think it's summer and therefor not wearing socks, and my mother has a passion for opening doors without closing them. And now, wearing ugly purple socks with an ancient name-tag, I feel like a new person. I have the answers to everything in this world and I feel like fixing my bike.
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