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AGH. Let it be known, from CSPAC to Susquehanna: I. HATE. SNOW. ...okay not really snow. What snow stands for. I hate Winter. Cold. Static. Black ice. Shivering. WIND. Rain not to be danced in. Cars that won't start. Sickness. Cabin fever. Suffocating clothing. Dead things. Slush. Blech. Am so ready for summer. FIN. 1:54 p.m., Thursday, Feb. 03, 2005 |
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