It was drizzly, the wind howled; hail happened now and then and Thursdays dragged their heels: time crept and no light came, the air was full of water. Journalists bashed out their tired articles about the grimmest month—even day—of the year. The snowy chaos of early January just prolonged the agony when it came. Does anybody truly love anybody in January?!
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