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Day Thirty-Six
The dry spell has outlived the month it was named after. He is insufferable about it, and everyone has counted every day.

The dry spell has outlived the month it was named after. He is insufferable about it, and everyone has counted every day.

A bell tolls somewhere in his soul. The snow buddies feel it too. Nobody says the word. The word is not needed.

One photo to the crew: two reds on a pub table, no caption. Then a sad face, a shush, and a cackle, in that order. Not even beer. Wine.

The crew goes up like a stadium. Munted Wednesday is back. The expenses of questionable oblivion reopen for business.

Thursday's official statement: yesterday was a temporary relapse. Normal dryness has resumed. Filed under 'until Wednesday'.