Nice.
When I lived down south, I used to hate springtime because it meant sweltering, face-melting heat was just around the corner. Now that I've been in New York for six years, I've learned to welcome spring like ... like ... somebody who really missed spring.
Yet, here it is, spring, and there's an inch-deep layer of Slurpee all over the sidewalks and icy wind peeling the flesh from my bones.
As the kids say, WTF?
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