What a rough night. It’s Spring, but still frigid, and last night’s rot-gut barely cut the edge before it was gone. I was shivering so much that I even spilled some of the precious fluid.
Well, I have been shivering even when it is warm for a while, and sweating even when it’s freezing. Stupid world.
Damn, though, it’s cold. I can’t move, seem frozen to the spot.
I don’t remember coming to this garden, but all I see are flowers and people in heavy coats.
Here comes someone with a blanket. Why did they put it over my face?
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