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Snow and You Boy.

It's snowing.
I've lived down here so long now that snow seems so romantic to me. Something romantic about Being warm and trapped inside because the whole city has shut down at the mere mention of a 60% chance of 3 inches or less.

But in reality my toes are fucking frozen and the socks I grabbed out of my drawer have a huge hole in the heel. I mean, why wouldn't I have just thrown them out instead of wasting space in the wash with broken socks?

And it's beyond me how I feel that my daughter is 2 weeks old already.

9:15 a.m. - 2014-01-28

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