Snow. Trudged out to Vanesa's last night at around 10:00pm after the storm had subsided because we had been curt with each other on the phone and I realized I hadn't wished her a happy Valentine's day. I suit up and call her about halfway to her house to see if she's still up. She gives me her usual "I'm going to kill you" which I take as a term of
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