So I wake up this morning, and I look outside. Joyious of joys I see snow trying to fall from the sky! I dance and sing (not really but you get the idea), and remind myself that I must still attend the neo-nazi meeting (AKA work). "Alas me sweet fluffy whitness I shall play with thee we I return"... or so I thought. Blast thee vile damn Light! the
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I bet I could drive, like, a million miles to get to snow.
High here tomorrow is 56 degrees. (Brr.)
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