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// Cold Showers 
// Story: Journal of Occasional Nonsensicality 
// by Acryliks 
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"Have you ever taken a cold shower?" 

I glanced over at Vinyl at the question. A cold shower? 

"Hm... yeah, every once in a while I like to. Especially when it's summer time and it gets hot and humid out, that's great," I told her. She nodded a few times, picking up an orange and observing it. I had once again tagged along on one of my friends shopping trips, just for the fun of it. 

Because, you know, shopping is so much fun...

"Aw man, I can see why that would feel good," Vinyl said, placing the orange back in its home.

"Why do you ask?" I questioned. 

"I took a cold shower for the first time ever last night. I was reading an article about it, about how it can have a lot of health benefits. I don't know, it felt alright after a while," Vinyl mused.

"Yeah, immediately it's a shock. You know what? It's a good way to wake up in the morning," I chuckled.

"Ha! I can see that. You're late, so you just douse yourself in cold water. Yeah, that would wake you up, for sure!" Vinyl laughed. 

"As for the health things... I don't know, it seems to be the same as a normal shower," I contemplated. We moved on to the baked goods aisle. It always smelled so good there!

"Well maybe it's one of those things where it, ya know, helps you in the long run but not immediately?" Vinyl thought.

"I'd believe it. There seem to be a lot of those out there, don'tcha think?" I pondered. 

"Yeah, all sorts of tricks and schemes out there to help you. Cold showers seem to be the most tame out of all of them, really," 

"Hm... what about Octavia? She seems like the cold shower type," I thought of my friend.

"Wait, really? Her? If anything, she seems like the opposite!" Vinyl speculated.

"I don't know man, she has a pretty stressful job being a performer. That's one of the things that they're supposed to help with, right?" 

"Hm, maybe. We'll have to ask her when we see her."

"For sure... hey! They have it! Canned bread!" I yelled, turning to show Vinyl the can. She merely looked at it.

"...what the fu-"