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It's snowing. You know it's not good when you're laying in bed, stretching, hearing the sound of the curtains being opened, immediately followed by "oh what the fuck". Podrick thinks…

Shawshank locked me in the bedroom again, and I was allowed to lay in bed until the glorious hour of 7:30am. I woke up around 4am, and cuddled Podrick for…