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We really did ask for this.
Rain. And more rain.
Because there had been fires in the summer previously, we asked for rain.
Now mudslides.
And winds that could knock you down while walking while holding your coffee while trying to tighten the knot under your parka.
And fog.
And foggy windshield.
And slush down the Cajon Pass.
And of course, slow traffic.
And a two minute-late Metrolink train.
And me arriving ten seconds later – running.
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Marissa Bergen said:
Oh, yeah, what’s up with all the wet stuff this winter?
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M.Winter said:
Wettest January, I believe!
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Marissa Bergen said:
May be! My husband said there was another winter where it rained constantly, I think before I moved here. Maybe ’97?
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M.Winter said:
Oh I wouldn’t know ’bout that! Moved to US in 1999! Haha!
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Marissa Bergen said:
Oh really? Your writing skills are very good. Assumed you were native.
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M.Winter said:
Many thanks, Marissa! I’ll take it as a compliment, coming from you.
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Marissa Bergen said:
Of course!
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