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maurice and sarah I woke this morning feeling good. Maybe it was knowing that I only had to go to class today and not work. I'm not sure. The weather forecast had predicted extreme cold for the previous night and most of today, but I had slept well during the night, safe and secure under the blankets. About all that I had to worry about was my small walk to class. ... Coming around the corner on campus I caught sight of J Crew Girl going into the building. It seems that the cold wasn't enough to keep her from having her daily smoke before class. She was inside by the time that I reached the door though. I had lingered too long at home, so I didn't get a chance to talk with her in private. Then when I walked into class Party Girl asked me how I was doing and that was the end of it. She wondered why I was so quiet and said that I looked tired. In truth I was a little tired, but at the same time I think that I was trying to think of something to say. Nothing came to mind. In some ways I wanted to let her know that tomorrow was my birthday and that I had the day off, but that seemed too forward and or overbearing to me so I said nothing. Through a small amount of eavesdropping on my part I learned that J Crew Girl and I are taking the same class next semester. Suddenly I was twelve years old again. Yes, there was still a chance to get to know her a little better. Time hadn't run out yet. Later J Crew Girl went to the front of the class to speak with the professor. I watched as she made her way forward taking in all of the details. Earthy warm sweater and boot cut jeans. A small little shifting of the feet as she spoke with the professor and then the return journey to her seat. Thirty seconds at most. She was standing between the door and me when class ended. I briefly thought of gently nudging her aside, but didn't. Yes, I am twelve years old again. I wonder what the hell she must be thinking whenever I rattle on for what feels like forever to the professor in class. Do I sound like a complete moron with too much time on my hands? I also have a habit of getting selected to read in class, because I speak up as often as I do. Putting aside my transformation into a twelve year old whenever I get in close proximity to her, I have to admit that she said some bright things in class today. Hearing her talk more has dashed any thoughts of nothing going on inside her head. Now if only I could make just a little more contact and get her to talk some more with me. ... I must have my winter skin once more, because the long walk to class didn't affect me at all. Thirty degrees below zero windchill was meaningless to me under my layers of clothing. The walk back to the car was slightly different though. At first I was immune to the elements. Then when I turned west into the wind, it got painful. Thankfully my car was less than twenty yards away at that point. ... People might compain about winter, but for me I love it. Despite the inconvenience that it might cause from time to time, I also like to think that it makes people stronger. The world isn't one giant beach party and winter is a way of reminding people of that fact. Everything becomes so much more primal during winter.
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