My parents live on a little dead end street with only 6 other houses, and every time a plow passed it blocked their street in even more. They called me and begged me to bring smokes as soon as I was able to shovel out. I was standing on the side of Wilkins throwing cartons of cigarettes over a snow bank.
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My parents live on a little dead end street with only 6 other houses, and every time a plow passed it blocked their street in even more. They called me and begged me to bring smokes as soon as I was able to shovel out. I was standing on the side of Wilkins throwing cartons of cigarettes over a snow bank.