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When Charlie Brown was sad or mad or stressed out, he was often depicted with a little gray storm cloud over his head. It didn't matter what the weather was like everywhere else in Peanuts-land; for Charlie, it was always raining.

If I look up at the space immediately above my head and squint, I can kind of see the same little cloud. Two weeks, I chant under my breath. Two weeks. Like a magic spell or a mantra, or the time left until some creepy wet-haired chick comes out of the TV and kills me. Two weeks.
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