Dear November,
I am writing in regard to today's unpleasant weather. This morning, my lips were already crispy with dryness, but now they're even worse. Also, my toes are cold. I only have one pair of snowshoe socks, and laundry is expensive, so I had to choose between hygiene and warmth. I went with hygiene today, but I regretted it.
November, no one should have to regret choosing hygiene.
I realize that people expect you to be gross, but come on. Rise above these low standards. You're still part of fall, for goodness sakes!
Warm it up, Nov. Or else.
KJW
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