D.C. is cold. The neighborhoods are beatiful and the streets are silent (who would be insane enough to be outside). Ice covers the bird feeders and patches of dirty snow are scattered about, refusing to melt, and mocking me as I freeze. I search for food - and at last find it (with the help of the almighty google). But not before my ears begin to
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