The exact moment Canadian winter becomes too much

It is April, almost May. And it is snowing. 

For once - just for once - my complaints were not the loudest. Poor Ottawacker Jr. While his father poured a Ricard and watched from the window of the kitchen, he braved the elements, making sure he sucked the very last bit of marrow out of the bone that is Canadian winter.

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