It’s sunny and seventy-eight degrees. The sky is powdery blue, and a warm breeze carries the scent of fresh earth and early blooms.

This can’t possibly end well.

‘Cause face it — this is Vermont. You get sunny days and seventies in the month of April you’re gonna pay for it. Fire, mudslides, tornados, a throng of poisonous snakes, or maybe lawyers; a werewolf uprising, a zombie apocalypse… Prepare now, for we are doomed, doomed, say I.

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