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As the storm continued, certain trends became evident. The more vigorous the shoveling, the harder it snowed. No sooner had the sidewalk been carefully exhumed, than a pair of city snow plows arrived to bury the whole lot of the work in four and a half feet of ice. The blade on the very best snow shovel snapped clean off. Even the library closed. Even the mail man didn’t come. Some had complained, the week before, that Idaho had gotten all the snow. Now they looked sheepish and vowed never again to have Idaho-envy. And then two of them realized that the only young man with energy left to burn and a back that didn’t ache from shoveling had disappeared. Hmmm, where might he be?
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