Today there's nothing but a gray haze not quite thick enough to be called an overcast, and wreaths of smoke curling above chimneys. It's a scene of insufficient bleakness. It's like being served a bad meal that's too small to satisfy your hunger, so you wish there were more of it even though it's bad. This January has turned me into Oliver Twist.
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Twisted
Today there's nothing but a gray haze not quite thick enough to be called an overcast, and wreaths of smoke curling above chimneys. It's a scene of insufficient bleakness. It's like being served a bad meal that's too small to satisfy your hunger, so you wish there were more of it even though it's bad. This January has turned me into Oliver Twist.
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