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Pull up a chair, anon. It's winter. Time for a return of the comfy greentext story thread.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bj0vQ_ksuTo
>step inside the cabin, stomping snow off your boots and removing them by the door
>hang your rifle up on the rack, then hang up your hat and coat
>your ears are freezing
>walk over to the pot belly stove in the corner of your cabin, open the door with a stick, and toss in another chunk of wood to kick up the fire
>make yourself a batch of hot chocolate and pour a can of beef stew into a pot to cook on the stove
>check the weather on your phone
>bad snowstorm is coming in, looks like you're going to be stuck here for days instead of just coming up for the weekend
>oh no, how terrible, you chuckle to yourself as you text your boss that you're stranded in the cabin and won't be able to make it to work... and that you'll probably lose phone service from the storm, just before turning your phone off and tossing it aside
>you lay down on the cot and snuggle under the wool blankets, bowl of stew on the table beside you, and open up your book to where you left off
>tail thumping, your dog sticks her head up to nuzzle you and you scratch her ears before she settles back down in her bed and starts snoring again
>eventually, you're too sleepy to stay up any longer; you set the book aside, toss another log in the fire, and turn out the gas lantern by the bedside
>belly full of warm stew, the crackle of the fire dimly lighting the inside of the cabin, the howl of the wind and snow outside, and nobody telling you what to do
>life doesn't get any better than this
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bj0vQ_ksuTo
>step inside the cabin, stomping snow off your boots and removing them by the door
>hang your rifle up on the rack, then hang up your hat and coat
>your ears are freezing
>walk over to the pot belly stove in the corner of your cabin, open the door with a stick, and toss in another chunk of wood to kick up the fire
>make yourself a batch of hot chocolate and pour a can of beef stew into a pot to cook on the stove
>check the weather on your phone
>bad snowstorm is coming in, looks like you're going to be stuck here for days instead of just coming up for the weekend
>oh no, how terrible, you chuckle to yourself as you text your boss that you're stranded in the cabin and won't be able to make it to work... and that you'll probably lose phone service from the storm, just before turning your phone off and tossing it aside
>you lay down on the cot and snuggle under the wool blankets, bowl of stew on the table beside you, and open up your book to where you left off
>tail thumping, your dog sticks her head up to nuzzle you and you scratch her ears before she settles back down in her bed and starts snoring again
>eventually, you're too sleepy to stay up any longer; you set the book aside, toss another log in the fire, and turn out the gas lantern by the bedside
>belly full of warm stew, the crackle of the fire dimly lighting the inside of the cabin, the howl of the wind and snow outside, and nobody telling you what to do
>life doesn't get any better than this
