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The sensation of being all snuggled under warm covers in an otherwise chilly room. There’s something just wonderful about knowing that just outside that duvet, those three quilts, and that sleeping bag, there’s a whole lot of air that’s 5° (or maybe less). Knowing that if you wanted to, you could stick your big toe out from under the covers and it would be enough to cool off your entire body in an instant. Or you could try sticking your leg out into that yet-untouched corner of the mattress, which will be wonderfully cool, just like the other side of the pillow. And sure, your face is a bit cold, but you’ve wriggled down as far as you can go without suffocating yourself, and it’s all just fine.

Finding an exact copy of something you own in a thrift shop. Not a mass-produced shirt from the GAP, that’s too easy. I’m talking something your Grandmother gave you—maybe the dress she wore to the prom—or perhaps your Dad’s favourite pair of paisley bellbottom jeans from the 1970’s. Something that, up until this point, you had thought to be completely unique, and now you’re forced to realize that someone else in the world has the same fantastic preference for paisley trousers as your father.

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