You, my friend, you of the 70 degree December days--you have no complaining rights in winter. I will willingly listen to your whining in summer, when you sweat yourself into a little puddle on your apartment floor, but I refuse to let you get away with whimpering about hail. Even if you really wanted snow.
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You, my friend, you of the 70 degree December days--you have no complaining rights in winter. I will willingly listen to your whining in summer, when you sweat yourself into a little puddle on your apartment floor, but I refuse to let you get away with whimpering about hail. Even if you really wanted snow.
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