Maybe someday I'll grow up to be a big strong man who never gets chilly and always remembers a sweater. New York will not be hearty enough for me and I will force Annie to move back to Chicago in the dead of winter so that I can relate better to Herman Melville's stories as we come to port in the frosty winds of January. I'll also be such a big strong man that I can force Annie to move here. I love Chicago so much, but I love it more from April-October. And I'm too young to spend my summers in Florida.
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