César will attack some of the larger snowdrifts. He's six feet, and he can tell that Mary has the stairs on lock. But he laughs in sympathy (and no small amount of "you're telling me (approving)").
"Same. I gotta trudge in the snow on the way to my farm every morning. It's hell. I never realized how much I'd miss snowblowers."
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César will attack some of the larger snowdrifts. He's six feet, and he can tell that Mary has the stairs on lock. But he laughs in sympathy (and no small amount of "you're telling me (approving)").
"Same. I gotta trudge in the snow on the way to my farm every morning. It's hell. I never realized how much I'd miss snowblowers."