I hate green grass. It always needs to be mowed. With it comes the sneezing and itching. Then with the green comes heat, enemy number 2.
Why can't it be fall and winter all the time, all year round?
The thoughts swirled in his head like clouds, as he was trying to think of something to write during his practice session.
So he wrote this... then he got up, made food, and went to work. Sweater Weather can't come soon enough!
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