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Woke up this morning and rolled over in my grave, I mean coffin, I mean bed, to look out the window to see something that horrified me: rain. I hadn’t seen such a thing since I had come to the winterless North, but it turns out there is a touch of winter wherever you go, especially wherever I go. Luckily the rain died down long enough for me to make bre...