When I woke up a few hours ago*, I knew it was an important day. Specifically, I knew it was Edgar Allan Poe's 200th birthday.
Currently, it's supposedly snowing outside. At least, it better be snowing, because my roommate woke me up with a high pitched squeak that it was snowing, but to be honest my blurry, sleep filled eyes can't make out a
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