“Christmas, Kwanza, whatever you call it — I fucking hate it.
But winter… that’s different. I love winter. Here’s why.
My grandparents dreaded winter. Back when they were kids, winter always meant bad things. Meant another war. Meant foodlines, and power outages, and people their age dying alone in the cold.
But when I was a kid, I looked forward to it.
And not just because I like to see old people suffering.
Because winter meant a new season’s maker codes, and it meant ...
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