How hot is it? It's so hot that every time i open the refrigerator, the cat walks over and sits in front of it, refusing to move until i physically pick her up and carry her away. She's never done this before in the eleven years that she's graced me with her presence. I understand the impulse. I have to confess that every time i go to the kitchen to get ice cubes, i linger with my head in the freezer for much longer than that simple task requires.
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