That new I-shaped plug on the end of my block heater cord sure hurts--his 'n hurts--where it dangles in the cold. I need a remedy, a meddler in this pressure, Old English fur, fur a reason. I need a big side and a little side.
A Bobcat, hired to clear snow, bent the powerpost for suites 24, 25, and 26. Three days later the landlord, who in summer drives from the back door of the building to the dumpster in his riding mower, showed me new bolts in the post. I've edited this post, he said. Go upstairs and turn on.
New plug-head (yellow), old cold. I ape my body's winter.
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