After biking down to the library at 2:45, staying until 5:45, and returning home a few minutes ago, I came to a sad, bitter conclusion. Spring is a backstabber. O spring, why hast thou lied to me? Thy tender promises of warmth and fair weather and all for what? A fortnight of biting cold and wicked winds whipping away at the frigid water. I shall trust thee nevermore!

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