9th
December
2009
Let it snow (as a curse)
Grumble, grumble. Mutter, mutter. Before going any further: to those persons who have been wishing for an abundant snowfall; a pox on all your houses, down to the seventh generation. To the woman who stood in the bus shelter, shouting into her cellphone; we can all hear you JUST FINE.
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