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The snow hit this town in a way not dissimilar to Xtra Strength Mucinex PM hitting the nasal passage of someone with a severe head cold. You could feel it; on the bus, on the slopes, in the employee dining room; Everywhere the same: you, me, this town, we need the snow our livelihoods all depend on it. It's simple: no snow means no skiing. No skiing means seventy percent of this town immediately looses their jobs. Another twenty percent looses their job when they can't sell **** to tourisists. The last ten percent will continue to grow pumpkins and heard cattle, but for how long? The snow came like a scalpel to the eyeball infected with a cataract.
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
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The snow hit this town in a way not dissimilar to Xtra Strength Mucinex PM hitting the nasal passage of someone with a severe head cold. You could feel it; on the bus, on the slopes, in the employee dining room; Everywhere the same: you, me, this town, we need the snow our livelihoods all depend on it. It's simple: no snow means no skiing. No skiing means seventy percent of this town immediately looses their jobs. Another twenty percent looses their job when they can't sell **** to tourisists. The last ten percent will continue to grow pumpkins and heard cattle, but for how long? The snow came like a scalpel to the eyeball infected with a cataract.
nolan-higgins
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Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 10:07 PM UTC
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