Today's OneWord: Conditions
"Jeremy, we shouldn't go out," opined Nancy. "Your car can't handle these conditions."
"It's just a bit of snow. What's the issue?"
"The issue," she stressed, "is that black ice grows like a goddamn plague on the freeway. I, for one, don't feel like skidding off the road into the great abyss to my doom."
Jeremy rolled his eyes, clearly believing that his wife was being overdramatic. But he turned on the TV and settled onto the couch for the night.
"It's just a bit of snow. What's the issue?"
"The issue," she stressed, "is that black ice grows like a goddamn plague on the freeway. I, for one, don't feel like skidding off the road into the great abyss to my doom."
Jeremy rolled his eyes, clearly believing that his wife was being overdramatic. But he turned on the TV and settled onto the couch for the night.
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