Half an hour before class, I reached the thrilling end to my novel, in which it had been snowing for the last few chapters. I closed the book, contented with the ending & looked outside to see a blanket of snow blurring the view of the campus.
And I am inside in the warmth, with no work staring me in the face & the end of the semester nearing with the gift of a month & a half of vacation.
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