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The silver lining to cold rainy days
is that, when your insomnia once again has you waking up at 4 A.M., at least the chirpy birdsaren't outside your window, making a disgustingly happy racket. I am pretty sure there is this one wing of Satan that stares in at me, sitting at my desk next to the window, and tauntingly tweets directly at me . With malevolence.