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It’s cold. Really, terribly fucking cold.

Why did I want to move up to Atlanta again? They have, like, real seasons here, and I’m not sure I’m up to the idea that it could possibly snow where I live. I mean, the last time it snowed in St. Marys was in 1989, and it hadn’t snowed for 60 years prior to that. At that point, I’d just moved from Connecticut, so it wasn’t a big deal to me, but you should have seen how quick the whole county shut down.

And yes, I hear all of y’all Northerners snickering right about now. Shut up. I did my time in the Great White North, and I don’t think I’ll ever feel the need to live up there again. Seeing snow on the beach in Rhode Island, and morons out there having a party was more than enough to let me know that I was in the wrong climate.

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