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In the south, the sky becomes petulant with its inability to deliver proper snow. Don't get me wrong, it can slicker down some astonishing ice from time to time, but snow is for sturdier northern skies. Instead, it rains thickly. This is not what we of heartier climes would call sleet, leading to the notorious black ice. This is simply the most sullen of all rains, fat and slovenly with the inadequacy of its winter production. Swollen to pregnant, almost snowlike-but not snow-drops and hated by every child here who makes it to fourth grade without anyone shoving a snowball down his jacket collar. It is Sunday and it rains.
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