Hello, February. What nostalgic glow of sunlight you have today. You smell like coffee. You smell like hope.
You be a good month -- don't fret, don't squeal, don't prattle on about your abbreviated number of days, and don't muck up the lovely dredges of January. We come in peace -- the underpaid, the brilliant, and the gaudy alike. We are rooting for you.
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