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[After having accidentally pushed the "video record" button thinking it was the "audio record" button, anyone viewing Azula's journal will see a live video feed of her buried under a mound of blankets in bed in New Jersey, absolutely nothing below her nose exposed]
It's freezing.
There's heating on inside the house, but I can still feel the cold. It's coming in through the glass of the windows.
[...]
It's a good thing I don't have any morning meetings today, because I am not getting out of this bed until I absolutely have to.
It's freezing.
There's heating on inside the house, but I can still feel the cold. It's coming in through the glass of the windows.
[...]
It's a good thing I don't have any morning meetings today, because I am not getting out of this bed until I absolutely have to.
