The Cold


I love to feel the cold, he says. The cold keeps you sharp, alert. You don’t fall asleep at the wheel when you feel the cold. Your nerve ends ping. The world sparks. There’s no sloth, no lethargy in the cold. Only pure need which is why I’m out here now loping along beneath a lycanthropic moon.


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