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  • We were hit by a snow storm last week. They named him Nemo. I didn't have to go to school for 6 days. He dropped us three feet of snow and I dropped three tabs of acid.

    Neither our town nor state was prepared to handle that kind of weather, so the roads remained mostly unplowed for days. In suburbia, cars are accepted as the only way to get around, so nobody was going anywhere.

    Except me. My trip didn't necessitate driving to an airport.

    And as I watched the clothes on my floor try to fly away on broken wings, I felt as though I was the only free thing in the whole world.

    I woke up to find my road still hadn't been plowed, but I realized that roads aren't able to carry you to the best places anyway.
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