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Snow.
The unexpected blizzard-conditions and icy roads variety, that doesn't let you drive safely. The kind that pulls your car off of the road and into a rather large ditch (by way of a small tree) somewhere around midnight in the middle of Vermont. The kind that gets into your practical and normally warm and comfy boots and soaks your pants up to your knees as you climb out of said car and try to make your way back to the road (which at this point is pretty far away from the car). The kind that freezes your feet and hands and nose as you wait for the "wrecker." Because every group of college girls that just put a car in a Vermont ditch around midnight wants to hear that a contraption called the "wrecker" is on its way to take care of the car.
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