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Good Man dances into the kitchen, holding a shirt in front of him. "춥다, 춥다, 춥다!" I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm cold!
I stare at him. "Then put the shirt on."
Good Man juts out his lower lip and blinks at me. "Noooooo, I am being cute."
He is cute.