My grandfather just left Acapulco, Mexico not too long ago. In Acapulco, it's 81 degrees, but feels like 82.
I'm in Chicago, Illinois. It's 10 degrees and it feels like -2.
I'd so much rather be in Acapulco right now, even reading the stuff for my paper, than suffering in the bitter cold. Brrr.
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