: ice creaks like dry wood planks on a hollow merchant ship. “Reminds me of when we were children. We’d ask our teachers, ‘Can I go to the bathroom?’ and they’d respond, ‘I don’t know. Can you?’” It’s easy – zipper your jacket, lace your boots, walk out the door. Without warning it’s 22:00. Switch the box’s red light off, yank the plug and cord from the blanket.
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