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You can SO bitch about things that can't be changed.
Fuck this god-forsaken ice floe that seems to have descended on Albany. Everything is covered with a sheen of the stuff, and when it gets warm, the ice melts, making puddles up to my ankles. Then the water refreezes at night, seeing to it that everything that MIGHT have been ice free earlier is now frozen solid.
FUCKIN HELL
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