Dear Winter,

You could have just said you weren’t a fan of my writing.

I mean, you didn’t have to inflict your rage on my poor unsuspecting (now curled up crooked) fingers so I couldn’t type.

Please just ask nicely next time before unleashing frostbite on them, I promise to relent and refrain from the act completely.

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