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She is wearing socks, leggins and light sweater but her hands for example, are absolutely frozen solid. I'm literally in shorts and a t-shirt.
Thing is, in summer the roles reverse. I am 100pc fine but the moment the house passes say 75 degrees she is absolutely dying and has to turn the air on.
Some of this is cultural I think, I grew up without heat or air, she grew up with both, so maybe I am just used to regulating. It's hilarious when we stay at my aunts house back home, it was 44 degrees (what's that, nudging 110?) and they do nit runt he aircon until bed time cos "it's fine unless you're trying to sleep".
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