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It is a cold, wet, and windy night. I’m inside my warm shack relaxing in an ancient recliner, reading a book that is falling apart, while the light flickers, and rodents run around inside the roof.

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  1. Sounds llike the perfect hermit paradise to me. As long as the rodents stay in the roof😁

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