"It's a common misconception, Ray," Fraser says, standing at parade rest, looking earnestly at me. "The Inuit simply do not have hundreds of words for snow. I mean, really... snow is, well, snow."
"There's no smoke without fire, Fraser, old buddy."
"Smoke? Why would there be smoke, Ray? The snow would simply melt..."
"I swear to God, Fraser. Stop
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