This morning I kept recalling a day back in eighth grade near the beginning of the year where, in English class, it was raining, and we all looked out the window thinking it was snow.
"It's not snow--it's rain," Ms. Zuppann said to our anxious faces, rolling her eyes, but a big smile still on her face.
"Well, it SHOULD be snowing," Abby Lynch said.
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