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9° Dark Winter Days

Just when I thought we were finally moving closer to warmer days, the temperature plummets to a bitter cold 9 degrees and gorgeous white once again falls from the sky like powdered sugar through a sifter. Alex and I are totally over it, but my younger brother, of course, cheers any school cancellation prospects.

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