The last day of April is here, and it's a rainy one.
Out of the bay windows at one of my favorite coffee spots on Chicago Avenue, I see masses of umbrellas walking by with legs.
I'm a little wet and Chicago-spring-cold.
Chicago-spring-cold is a state of being that means, "You're in Chicago. It's spring by calendar. And given the aforementioned conditions, it is sad because you're 0h so very, very cold."
And that's for free on this Monday.
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