Johnny kicked nervously at the sandy grit on the edge of sidewalk, blowing into his hands and rubbing them together, he stared at his feet. March was a miserable time of year this far north, all dirt and melting snow. Everything looked grey and bleak. The park was situated down by the river, well treed and poorly lit just like Sam had said it would
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This entry made me think of the verses (but not the Chorus or title) of this Hold Steady song, which is also about trying to set up a shady deal, albeit in a parking lot. Of course, its set in Minneapolis, so whose to say that there's not snow everywhere?
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