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How I pine for the little ice ages of yore. The joy of attending the frost fayres, dressing in warm winter animal carcass', the smell of burning peasantry and the goosing of assorted wenches.How might we recreate this fine state of affairs? Perhaps a shifting of the Gulf Stream might help, or an old-fashioned nuclear winter.
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