But in another, I think a woman's going to go into a shop to find a coat or a jacket and I just don't think she's not going to go into a shop because of a bad review she probably didn't even read.
In this part of the world, only Maine gives winter the welcome and the worship it should have.
If I see a spider in my house, I put it in a cup, and then I take it outside. I save it. What is wrong with me?