The sun has closed its eyes and cast a shadow upon the lawns. The humidity has been sapped from the brisk wind. Gray clouds have settled in their positions, hovering over Butler. Nothing is sacred – it’s fucking cold outside. Here’s how to deal with the gray skies and sad vibes.
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