"Christmas came and went without notice, except that with no work and everything closed there was no place to go to get warm except, for a few hours, to church. I came home afterwards and wrapped myself in my blanket and rocked back and forth, ice in my very bones, and thought of all the sunny Christmases of my childhood - oranges, bikes and Hula Hoops, green tinsel sparkling in the heat."
The Secret history, Donna Tartt
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