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This week in last week’s weather, we talk about the weather from last week:The rain packed up and left this week, just like my father when I was eight. We had highs in the temperature, with an unusually mediocre joule count on Wednesday. Bob Ross couldn’t have painted a more perfect day. No literally, he couldn’t; he’s dead. I hope my father is too. The umbrellas have started their long hibernation. It’ll be days before they emerge again. Eager freshmen took to the yard, chasing after listlessly drifting frisbees, innocently oblivious to the impending Cantabrigian winter. Someone mentioned that Saturday was the best weather they had experienced in years. I didn’t notice; I was drunk.Your father never wanted you, says the sun, gleaming with gleam.
Aggregate score: 7.9 ½ out of 10.
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