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It's not just you.
I moved south in '75.
Haven't lived above the 33rd parallel since.
What did it for me was standing outside at 4:00 a.m. in 12 below weather, pouring deisel fuel down a hole in the ground to our heater, which ran out of fuel oil. Inside the house, it was 45 degrees and dropping fast. To top it off, we had to drive 20 miles to a truck stop to get the 5 gallons of deisel (deisel cars weren't common yet - truck stops were the only place to find it). As I stood there, knees shaking and teeth chattering, I swore it would be my last cold winter ever. It was.
My only exception is ski trips, with my return ticket safely stowed.
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If you want to avoid 95% of internet spelling errors:
"If your ridiculous pants are too loose, you're definitely going to lose them. Tell your two loser friends over there that they're going to lose theirs, too."
It won't hurt your fashion sense, either.
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