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Waking up in the middle of the morning, with the sun behind clouds of snow, the knees feel the cold and move gingerly. Each flex and bend looking to generate enough warmth before kicking back and flooding the kneecaps with more than just a slap. No sweat for midday, shivers me timbers, sonny.
Reviewed 27 May 2008 under Papercuts on the Mind's Tongue: Books
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