Winter is Coming!

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When you're little you love the snow. You can play in it, throw snowballs, go sledding, build a snowman, and get out of school. But when you grow up, the snow is an inconvenience. You can't drive to the road and get to where you need to go, the buses are all backed up, there's ice on the road. I slipped today and felt so vexed. Plus it is freezing. You always have to have the heat on during winter.

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