Can't I just stay in bed today with this novel and some winter socks? It's raining and gray outside, I stuck my head out of the door and got my share of fresh air, there isn't a sun to tan my skin anyway, so can't I just stay in bed today with this story and my new extra-firm but just fluffy enough pillow? Can't the laundry be left to stink, and the ants be left to eat the crumbs from yesterday's meals off of the counter-tops while I get lost in this tale and tangled in this blanket?
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