The darkness, the absence of any landmarks… can’t you just feel the cold creeping down the back of your neck as you try pushing this poor stranded car, with the skidding tires flinging snow and road filth in your face?
Children rejoice; parents lose the will to live.
I moved 3,000 miles south from the town where I grew up, because I can't stand snow. And what happens? IT SNOWS.
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