For seven seconds it’s like Christmas Day. Then it’s dark again. Then it’s dark again.
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For seven seconds it’s like Christmas Day. Then it’s dark again. Then it’s dark again.
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Ah, winter. Indeed. Just wake me up when the wolves come out to play, won't you? Thanks.