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Who needs spell check when my parents read my blog religiously and constantly correct my spelling and grammar?

And what the hell is up with this weather? It was COLD yesterday, and kind of Londonish rainy/windy. No fun at all. Gimme my Chaucer-like spring:
Whan that aprill with his shoures soote
The droghte of march hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;

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