We’re into that weird part of the year when spring feels tantalizingly close and yet every time I walk outside and it’s super sunny — SIKE — it’s actually 36 degrees. Living on the seasonal precipice has left me with two thoughts: one, I’m staring longingly at the warm-weather section of my closet, eager to show a little more skin. Two, my level of moti…
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