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  • More often than not, he crawls into my side of the bed first, so that by the time I'm done brushing my teeth and washing my face, I come to bed and he's warmed it up for me. And when we do laundry, he pays attention to the dryer to try to catch it when the clothes are dry, but before the dryer starts its cool-down, and we take turns burying each other in hot laundry and enjoying its warmth.

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