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Here's something I never really realized before this winter, and the
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four snowfalls we've had in a little over a month: winter can be hell on
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some people with OCD.

The reason I've discovered this is that as far as I can tell, my
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next door neighbor has it.

Or maybe he just really, really, REALLY hates snow.

All I know is that
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he's out with his shovel before the snow stops falling. And this is FINE.

And he's
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out there five or six more times over the next couple of days, because he doesn't just
want his sidewalk shoveled, he wants it BARE, he wants it BEREFT OF SNOW and you know, if that's his thing it's FINE, it's FINE.

But
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HE'S BEEN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET FOR THREE HOURS SCRAPING! THE! SNOW! OFF! THE! PAVEMENT!

He'll
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grind his shovel blade against the 99% bare street four or five times until he's built up enough snow to fill his shovel, and then he'll walk it twenty feet to the big mound of snow he's made on the corner so there'll be two or three minutes of blessed peace, almost long enough that I start to relax and then
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