Winter is not a season. Its a state of mind. Unreasonable servings of tea and coffee, deadly cravings for seafood, losing yourself in old classics and sleeping on the couch despite having a bed that covers half of your room.
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Does dipping 'zeera plus' in coffee and staring at katzung (not reading) at 4:30 am makes sense? No? Ok thankyou :)