Finished Shoveling and a Cigar and a Story
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Sunday, March 24, 2024 Finished shoveling, ran inside to get another cigar. I asked Bing to write another story. This time about a man enjoying a cigar in the garage after shoveling, Here's the result: "After a long session of shoveling snow, the man retreats to the solace of his garage, a place that feels like a sanctuary away from the biting cold. He leans his snow shovel against the wall, it's blade still dusted with a fine layer of snow, evidence of his labor. With a sense of accomplishment, he reaches for his prized cigar, a ritual that marks the end of his wintry chore." "The rich aroma of the cigar fills the garage, a stark contrast to the crisp outdoor air. Each puff is a celebration, a moment of respite. The smoke swirls around him, creating a dance of shadows against the dim light that filters through the frosted windows. The garage, with its tools and machines, becomes a stage where the simple act