I couldn’t tell whether the cold on my insides was freezing cold or boiling cold, the kind of cold that made your fingers fall off or the kind you didn’t realize was heat until you saw the blisters bubbling. I only knew it was hurting cold.
I couldn’t tell whether the cold on my insides was freezing cold or boiling cold, the kind of cold that made your fingers fall off or the kind you didn’t realize was heat until you saw the blisters bubbling. I only knew it was hurting cold.
