I’m one of those people who are always cold. So much so that when I was a teenager, my stepfather installed a lockbox over our thermostat to stop me from taking us to the brink of financial ruin every time the heating bill arrived. As I got older, I made sure to have a throw blanket within easy reach in every room in my house. But seven years ago, I married my opposite—someone who runs excessively hot.
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