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We have forced-hot-water heat that gets piped through these monster radiators under windows in various rooms of our spacious apartment. In the cold winter months, it's sometimes very pleasant to sip a cup of tea while sitting on a radiator as it's warming up (they're not on all the time) and look out the window at the shabby house next door and count the places that no longer have paint.

However, it is quite a shock when you've made your cup of tea and you're prepared to spend a quiet moment contemplating paint and you sit down on the radiator blissfully forgetting that there is a hole in your pants.


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