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When I moved down south, I said the best thing was getting rid of the snow-blower.
But the truth is I enjoyed using it and after I had gone out at dawn and done my two driveways and my walk and knocked the snow off the car cover covering my hibernating Boxster, I started in on the public street. The only reason the big street would ever get a government plow was a political big shot lived just up the street. But my little cul-de-sac sac was mine. Wonder what the neighbors did the first snow after I left?
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