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When I was very little, I remember, I shared a bed with my sister. Even though it was always cold in the house, because we didn't have central heating, relying on the kitchen coal stove to heat the house during the day, still I was always cozy at night as the house cooled down until morning, because I cuddled with my sister in our bed. I miss those days now that I'm living alone. Sometimes I'm still warm at night, but often I am cold, even in the summer, but especially in winter, no matter how many blankets I use, even if I use the electric one, which I don't like to do, because it drives up the electric bill and reminds me of a time, worrying about expenses, that I would like to now forget, except for the warmth of my sister's body beneath our blankets in our bed.
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