I choose the latter. Tough luck for me that it’s really not even a choice.
I hate the Pacific Northwest in the winter. The days never really get sunny, except for the occasional freak day once every four weeks, usually accompanied by ice. The days are short and dark; it’s officially night-time black at 5:oo. It. Never. Stops. Raining. It’s enough to make you want to bury yourself in the bed with a bathrobe, bucket of cookie dough, and horrible movies. No? Just me? Okay.
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