Stockholm Man

I am now Stockholm Man. I have grown a full beard-stubble. I went out today at about 0 degree C without my gloves or hat or scarf. In fact I even lost a glove and I sneered at the lost glove and thought, "I don't need you. I will live well without you. I spit on those who need you." This I thought to myself as I banished further thoughts of glove dependence.

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