As love without esteem is capricious and volatile;
esteem without love is languid and cold.
~ Jonathan Swift
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You know what I discovered the other day? If you dress really warmly you aren't cold even when it's cold out. You know what else I discovered? It doesn't matter because I still hate cold weather.
"Why do you live in Iowa?" you ask. And I respond with a riddle...
Why does a grasshopper hop even when his legs are tired? Why does a cricket chirp when his legs are tired? Why did my parents take me to that weird little amusement park with the "dancing chicken" and not tell me there was a hotplate under the blanket it "danced" on?
When you can answer those questions, you will no longer care about the question you asked me.
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