How now white snowflake. You flutter from the sky and hit me in the eye as I look up. Do you think that's fair? Do you think that's right? No. No it's not. Fluffy little bastard. I bet you're just trying to control my mind like a weather pattern. Well you'll get no satisfaction from me! You will not control my mind no Siree-Bob. You can't own me snowflakes. You can't call my soul your little play toy. I will not be a puppet to your mockery!
I wanted to make a snow angel on someone's car. I told him there was enough snow to do it. Funny thing was, I think he would have let me.
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