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Snow is so freaking cool.

And I’m not talking about the Superhero named Snow (but he’s actually pretty cool too). No, I’m talking about snow-snow. Like the stuff people sing about at Christmas. Like the stuff Mom used to make snow cream out of. Like the stuff whitening everything in the city of Prose.

It snowed four inches last night—unusual for Prose even in winter. And downright impossible in March … yet here it is: Clumps falling off the Michael Booth Bridge, only to slowly be replaced by more; every boring rooftop—angled or flat—covered with a cheery, white blanket of awesome; kids building leaning snowmen in front of their apartment buildings. No school. No worries. No Supervillains. The city looks like the coolest snow globe ever. Nothing can ruin this day.

Except for the smartass alien I’m bonded to.

I'm Gabe Garrison and this is the next volume of my story ...