The frigid air creeps into my flesh and makes my bones as numb as my mind. I see one of Chicago's finest looking mighty toasty in his car. I haven't had pigs in a blanket since I was a child. I'll probably burn my building down trying to make them when I get home. What a way to end the night. Local man found burnt to a crisp, blazed by the inferno. Haven't been able to ID the remains. All that was found was two frozen fucking feet.
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