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your wish to see snowamuses one from Buffalo.We had three seasons.Fall, when it *might* snowWinter, when snow and ice fallJuly, when it melts.
Buffalo? Where themighty Buffalo Wings gottheir mystical start?I wish to see thisthrice-seasoned land of ice andeat wings in the snow
fiery red sauce bathestenderly crisp wings - perfecton an icy night.find beer, quickly nowdouse the flame of Duff's suicide wings. Burning pain! Sweet!
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