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it's good news this time as I travel to the village, dancing between gravestones on my way through the resting gardens, I'm chortling to myself at jokes the robins and I share - they are such amicable fellows. I'm skipping through the verdant fields, and the sun is bright on my face - I feel like the last of winter is chuckling and slapping me on the back after a long joke.
Little did I know that he was slapping a 'snow on me' sign to my back.
that bastard.
I look up but my jaw remains down where the process began, horror and sorrow battling for dominance in the water welling up in my eyes. Huge flakes, like the ashes of a nuclear apocaplyse first a few, then a torrential blizzard of fluffy woe is descending upon me and my allies -
damn you Michigan. Damn you to hell.
Little did I know that he was slapping a 'snow on me' sign to my back.
that bastard.
I look up but my jaw remains down where the process began, horror and sorrow battling for dominance in the water welling up in my eyes. Huge flakes, like the ashes of a nuclear apocaplyse first a few, then a torrential blizzard of fluffy woe is descending upon me and my allies -
damn you Michigan. Damn you to hell.