sky opens february wounds over lush month of may

[clairenstein]

If I may moan in despair at the weather in Boston, I will: oooooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOO. Why? (shivers, fumbles with key, scuffs wet sneakers across the matt, thinks about weeping, props up broken navy blue umbrella behind door, thinks about tea, glowers, pours too much laundry detergent into the machine, eats spaghetti while on the phone with

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[taekwondobabe]

I hear you, everyday I tell myself this weather is bullsht.