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| Sure. You pick since you're more picky than I. | |
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| Oooh, snow...sort of refreshing in 90 degree September. How does that Frost poem go...horse in snowy woods? | |
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| And miles to go before I sleep. And miles to go before I sleep. That's all I remember. | |
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| And I, I took the one less traveled by. No, that's another Frost poem. Well, there's a reason I never became a poetry scholar. | |
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| Yeah, I saw your college transcripts. If there were a "Snow Angels, Performance and Practice" class, you would have taken it. | |
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