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Oh man, I know that feeling. In the dead of winter, when my nose is practically the color of a ripe, luscious tomato that has been wiped with ten thousand tissues, I'm all like "Dang, dawg, wish it was summer." Then, in the dead of summer, when I'm covered with enough sweat to look like a freshly washed ripe, luscious tomato that hasn't been dried yet, I'm all like, "Dang, dawg, wish it was winter." And in the spring, I'm all like, "Dang, dawg, my shoes are all muddy from all dat rain." But in the fall, I'm all like, "Nice weather, dawg. A bit chilly, but it's cool."
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