Dear Crossroads,

It does not snow in Berkeley. Especially not indoors. Please stop trying to get our hopes up, just so you can strike them violently down onto the food-splattered linoleum floor of disappointment when we walk in and the salad bar does not, in fact, have icicles glinting from its eaves and the ground is not at all covered in a delicately shimmering layer of fresh powder and the air smells nothing like evergreen. It is deceptive and mean.

Thank you for your consideration,

The Daily Clog.

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