has a way of putting things:
"The fist in the kisser and the gentle caress, that’s March: official Psycho-Bitch Month. The weathermen are predicting we’ll be in the mid-fifties today. The snow retreats; the sun twinkles in the streams in the gutter; coats are opened, chins lifted an inch or two, and everyone realizes that it will all be over soon enough. it's not spring yet, but winter just made its first mistake."
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