I hate snow, but I think I hated it less when it was light and fluffy. This whole gross, mushy, density confused stuff is ruining my shoes. What's it called? It's like someone spilled a Slurpee in all the gutters. Doesn't May usually mean summer?
I have to give the recent string of murders applause, though. [You can hear her clapping for a moment
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