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Six Pairs of Thick Gray Socks Saved My White House on Elm Street

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sudden weight, and walked out to the hallway to find my coat.

By nine o’clock that evening, the temperature in my own kitchen had dropped so low that the draft under the back door felt like a steady stream of well water pouring over my feet. I turned on the oven, leaving the metal door ajar so the heat would bloom out into the room.

I pulled my chair continue reading …

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