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Il fait du hot, aujord'hui, comme le fridge on fire.

The sound of a summer rain A wistful sound, a wetter ground, it's all so great. A soothing of the brain. Now I find, upon my mind, a need to urinate

Monkeys with a jello mould? Oh, this is getting old.

-26, but feels like -31 Um. I've frozen my adjectives off.

It snowed again. The "How Much Did it Snow" gods say 45 cm. In the English system that works out to about "Forty-five centimeters".