Maine loves lobsters. Wisconsin loves butter. Idaho loves potatoes. And America loves to eat anything except Marmite. All in all, it's just a normal day for the 50 States of America.
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The ball drops. Tons of colorful confetti rain down from the starless night sky, scattering across the bright streets of New York City. Fifteen thousand fully-vaccinated attendees celebrate in a cautiously cheerful Times Square. It's surreal. It's bittersweet. The people watching the event from the safety of their home clap, smile, kiss, and hug despite everything they've gone through. There's no guarantee 2022 will be any better. Even so, what's most important is being here to witness this moment. It's time to turn over the last page on the calendar.
Goodbye and good riddance, 2021. Nobody will miss you. Everybody will miss Betty White though.
"Fucking, bubu..." Tony shakes his head in grief.
"We're gonna count the months in the womb and agree without question she's 100 years old! Nobody will disagree with me, yeah?" America asserts, trying his best not to let the tragic news get to him.
New Jersey leans close to New York's ear, whispering, "Dude, we gotta cheer him up somehow. He can't be depressed on the first day of the New Year."
"I know, but how are we gonna get him out of this slump?"
He smirks, "I have an idea."
"I wish you hadn't."
"Yo, dude! Look over here!" He grabs America's attention. "We need you to judge who's better at twerking."
"What?" New York glares at him.
"Let's go! Time for a twerk off!" New Jersey plays "We Can't Stop" on the speakers. "Get down and shake that ass, Yorkie!" He starts twerking passionately.
"... I'm going to bed."
"Coward! Fucking coward!"
"Shut the fuck up!"
"You guys..." America laughs. "Never change, you two."
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January 3, 2022—Washington, D.C.
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It's snowmageddon all over again in the DMV area. Icy roads. Downed trees. Power outages. Most of all, massive amounts of snow affect the region.
Washington D.C. huffs, "Federal offices may be closed, but that's no excuse! My laptop has a fully-charged battery, so I can at least work on these documents offline!" She proceeds to type at a furious speed for several hours, only taking breaks a few seconds at a time to drink her coffee.
Another exception takes place around lunchtime in the form of a phone call. "Hello. How's your extended weekend been?" Virginia smiles, her voice quavering slightly from the cold.
"It has been dull, but it's nothing I can't manage." She sips her cup of coffee.
