"That's what it's like in my head all the time, constant snow, constant weather patterns of all sorts - blizzards, cyclones."

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People hit the sauce in a big way all winter. Amidst blizzards they wrestle unsuccessfully with the dark comedy of their lives, laughter trapped in their frigid gizzards. Meanwhile, the mercury just plummets, like a migrating duck blasted out of the sky by some hunter in a cap with fur earflaps.

— Amy Gerstler