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You with the coffee the size of a bucket, we nodded like soldiers

It was minus fifteen at 7am in Lincoln Park and you were walking toward the lake with a coffee the size of a small bucket and ice crystals on your scarf. I was going the other way, shuffling in a puffer jacket like a rolled sleeping bag. We nodded, the way people nod in extreme weather, like soldiers. It was the warmes...