When I returned home Thursday evening, my glasses fogged up as I walked in the door.
That hasn't happened in a while, like, since last winter.
Whatever could it mean?
Still, I suppose it could always be worse.
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When I returned home Thursday evening, my glasses fogged up as I walked in the door. That hasn't happened in a while, like, since last winter. Whatever could it mean? Still, I suppose it could always be worse. Comments
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