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brief conversation with myself this morning
grown-up self: alright. alarm is going off. we should get out of bed.
tiny, petulant self: erm, no. did you SEE the weather prediction for today?
grown-up self: yes. we will live.
tiny, petulant self: THEY SAY IT WILL BE IN THE TEENS AND TWENTIES AND THERE IS A WIND CHILL ADVISORY.
grown-up self: stop yelling. see, we’re in the shower now. you failed.
tiny, petulant self: do you have any idea what will happen to us outside?
grown-up self:…do tell
tiny, petulant self: we will DIE in the COLD.
grown-up self: shut up. we’ll just wear three outfits at once. and slippers. now, i think i heard the garbage truck, so let’s go put the recycling out.
tiny, petulant self: when we die, i’m going to kill you.
