Bad Winter Starts Now
Screenshot: Warner Bros. I woke up this morning to find an ornament had fallen and shattered into a dozen or so pieces at the foot of my already wilted and dying Christmas tree. I swept up the shards and a mess of needles, returned the broom to the closet, and was immediately nailed on the head by its handle, which had sprung back at me from the wall. My head pulsed. The heat was on but the room still felt cold. “Oh, it’s bad winter,” I thought to myself. Bad winter starts now. The holidays have ended and there is nothing left to publicly blunt the full impact of the season in the cold parts...
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