A fireplace.
It's chilly and rainy in good ole san francisco. Last night I curled up with a mystery novel (Agatha Christie's Murder on the Orient Express) with my space heater but its not quite the same. After 20 minutes or so I had to turn the space heater off or it would overheat and cut itself off, taking the lamp with it. Nothing like reading a mystery novel and being plunged suddenly into darkness.
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