It was a cold January evening. I stood in the garage, examining the tags on two sleeping bags. One sleeping bag was rated for zero-degree weather, the other for twenty-degrees. While I contemplated these options, my bare feet began to ache from the cold seeping into my toes. Hearing my phone ringing on the kitchen table, I gratefully scampered into the house, my feet tingling as they warmed.
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