One fateful night each year, while the women of the Northeastern United States slumber peacefully -- dreaming, not of sugar plums, but of well-written text messages and fat-free bacon -- a formidable chill creeps into the air. No one knows from whence this chill comes. It could be from the North Pole, or perhaps it is an unintended consequence of reduced fossil fuel use. The women daren't ask. And the arrival of this bite in the air is as mysterious as its source. Some years it descends in mid-S...
One fateful night each year, while the women of the Northeastern United States slumber peacefully -- dreaming, not of sugar plums, but of well-written text messages and fat-free bacon -- a formidable chill creeps into the air. No one knows from whence this chill comes. It could be from the North Pole, or perhaps it is an unintended consequence of reduced fossil fuel use. The women daren't ask. And the arrival of this bite in the air is as mysterious as its source. Some years it descends in mid-S...
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