Dear Baby Blizzards,


Okay. I get it. It is winter now. I have come to terms with the fact that I can no longer go outside with just a cardigan on and all the [colorful] leaves are falling off the trees. And even though it pains me, I am ready for the bitter cold. My only request to you, baby blizzards, is that you decide if you want to snow or not. I prefer no snow or snow that sticks. None of this in between stuff because you are chickening out.

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