Austin, Texas doesn’t mess around with seasons. One day it’s warm, the next it’s a spine-chattering tundra.
Just a few mornings ago I was dressed for a typical trip to class, i.e. shorts and a wrinkled T-shirt, and I stepped outside to feel cold wind poke at my face. As soon as all my leg hair fell out (not worried about it), I leapt back inside to change and boil some water. This winter transition called for some coffee.
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