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Maybe I will try this again. I curl. I curl in front of the fire in a cabin. where is the cabin/ Does it matter? Does anything matter, I think not I have already written this three times. But alas, i will continue. The cabin is warm and outside is cold. Probably there is wind or possibly snow. But maybe not. All I know is that I am warm, and curled in front of the fire in a cabin.
Cabin, cabin, cabin. I live in one. No i don't. But I do know a place that has cabins. THE MOUNTAINS. The mountains? you ask. Why yes, dear reader. the mountains have lots and lots of cabin I would assume. Maybe even, the woods. I know the woods as well. The woods in the mountains. AND A CABIN.