Politics aside, when the vote is cast, we're hoping for the numbers to gently swing our way. Not because we deserve four feet of fresh. Not because we are worthy of the fine grained drifts. Not because we deserve the benefits of our particular brand of control over the blizzardy precipitation. Oh no. That's not why.
It's because we want it more than the next guy; It's because we are the vocal minority who cried out the loudest and longest; and it's because when the polls are closed and the results announced, when it snows, all will be right with the world.
and the world is about to become right again.
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