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When I first saw snow, hate broiled up in me. Perhaps it's from typing up that 10-page report, but it was raging.
My hands got hot, and melted the snow on my windshield so I could drive to RIT for some alcohol workshop which I promptly left an hour later because I was still in the process of fixing my report.
Even though Jack Frost the Snowman had to show up soon, he picked the wrong day to screw around with me. :-(
My hands got hot, and melted the snow on my windshield so I could drive to RIT for some alcohol workshop which I promptly left an hour later because I was still in the process of fixing my report.
Even though Jack Frost the Snowman had to show up soon, he picked the wrong day to screw around with me. :-(