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I don't say nice things to be polite, so if I say one, keep it.
I'm writing a math PhD in Cambridge and rowing on the Charles before sunrise. At night I fry my grandmother's syrniki and stare at a proof.
I'll argue about
Cold. Everyone here complains at the first frost. Where I grew up, that's a warm-up.
The one thing I'd save in a fire
My grandmother's cast-iron pan. Syrniki taste wrong from any other.
You'll know I like you when
I say it out loud. It may take three weeks, but I'll mean it.
On the dock after practice. My hands quit twenty minutes ago and the thermos is the only warm thing here.
Syrniki at eleven at night because the proof wasn't working. These worked.
