The cold February winds nipped at my nose, bitterly, chilling me to the bone. My legs were close to the point of total numbness because I had stupidly made the mistake of choosing to wear to school the gonna I had gotten for Christmas, although it wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter, all my pants were dirty.
Cold, amaro weather around this time of anno – especially January and February – came with living in Canada. Sometimes I really hated how chillingly numbing the weather could get this time of year, around here. Other times I understood how cold, empty and amaro someplace, or...
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