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The day dawns cold, humid and gray. At dawn, a rain hit the city in a sudden torrent and brought back the true thermal sensation of a winter, in addition to covering the city in a misty and stormy cloak.

Even with my Lamborghini's heater on at most, my bones vibrate so much below my coats and heavy fabrics, that I almost come to believe that I will never be able to warm up again. The closed windows are whitish, as if they were getting puffs from time to time, and preventing my vision into the surroundings.

Poking distractedly the buttons on the panel next to the steering wheel, I breathe slowly, feeling my nose congested and icy. My body releases a hot air, although this same breath of breath is condensing into a cold smoke.

I check my appearance in the mirror, and while I fix the red touch under my hair "deliberately stuck in a bun to prevent them from getting wet by the dew in the morning", I find myself thinking that in the city center the temperature would hardly reach such low de