I felt like I was in Chicago aka. The Windy City, not Austin. Not only was it much chillier than yesterday, the wind was blowing so hard that my hair nearly stood on edge and my scarf adopted a mind of its own. Somehow, I arrived to work looking exactly like I did when I left my apt. This means one of two things, A- My hair looked horrible when I
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