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potato chips, and sunshine, and the biting cold of New Yrk winds. Snow, terrible, awful snow, and the sound f leaves as the crunch underfoot on an autumn day. Crisp. Crisp. Crisp. Terrible crisp. I learned that I hate this word. Posted By Meitz On 01.13.2012 @ 7:04 pm
potato chips, and sunshine, and the biting cold of New Yrk winds. Snow, terrible, awful snow, and the sound f leaves as the crunch underfoot on an autumn day. Crisp. Crisp. Crisp. Terrible crisp. I learned that I hate this word.
