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Last night coming home from night school, hands full, keys held in my teeth, I fumbled in the cold in front of my apartment building. I finally set down some of the bags I was carrying, took my keys out of my mouth, and took a sizeable chunk of my lip with it. It was that cold. In the two minutes from car to door, my car key had frozen to the inside of my lip. Sadly, I know myself well enough to know that I'll do this two or three more times before I realize it's fucking winter here, and I ought not to carry my keys in my teeth.

Bonus: Overheard at lunch yesterday... "If I had a man and he broke up with me on my birfday, I would cut him up." Perhaps, Shanequa, this is why you don't have a man.