Ya know how the saying goes (in my case anyway), you can take me out of Minnesota, but you can't take the Minnesota out of me?
I walked outside this afternoon and thought to myself, "wow, its cold out."
Well, turns out it was a brisk 89 degrees.
Apparently you can take the Minnesota out of me. I'm concerned.
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A brisk 89, you say? For shame...
I have a feeling, Tom, that you've always harbored greater, broader, grander dreams than any that could be anchored in Minnesota; I know I do.
Cheers!
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