Blurb: It's always sunny in Columbus. Welcome to paradise.
Backstory: The weather is officially awful. At some point between December and March the weather in the midwest turns into a cold swamp. The snow melts about half way leaving little frozen piles of slush along with lots of water. On top of these conditions there is an ever present mist. It's cold and just sits on your coat in little beads and leaves ruts for you to drive through. What I'm trying to say is, "Dear Weather, please pick a season and stay with it."
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