Chicago. A Cold Season in Hell.

You go outside. The wind punches you in the face and calls you names. You cry because you are a wimp and the tears freeze on your face, break off like little daggers, fly down the street and stab someone else in the eye. You laugh at this and the cold air dives past your lips and freezes your tongue to the roof of your mouth. Your fillings shrink and fall out of your teeth to be swept up in the earpiles. You are now ready to walk to the subway.

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