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Cold is to me as a Hatfield is to a McCoy or a cat is to a mouse. I hate cold. That was a very special day in our family. That marked the last time I sit in an open stadium with a temperature less than 65 degrees. I'd much rather watch my Raiders from my big screen.
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I don't like cold either. I'm so thankful for the fireplace. I love to sit right in front of it on the floor and read. It makes the air kind of dry, though.
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