“I hate California,” he grumbled, stabbing randomly at his cafeteria food. “This no season crap is really boring. We need snow.”
“I thought you hated snow. You know, ever since that car accident last year.”
“No, I hate ice because of that. Snow is still good,” he corrected. “Of course, after four months of staring at a landscape that looks suspiciously like every backdrop of a post-apocalyptic movie, anything would be better. Including the apocalypse.”
“I thought you hated snow. You know, ever since that car accident last year.”
“No, I hate ice because of that. Snow is still good,” he corrected. “Of course, after four months of staring at a landscape that looks suspiciously like every backdrop of a post-apocalyptic movie, anything would be better. Including the apocalypse.”
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