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She's wicked winter, one time I was told. They get the chills from her airs; so cold. Their deep despise they never did disguise... Alas, 'tis only warmth that melts frosty ice.
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
Ice-olation.
She's wicked winter, one time I was told. They get the chills from her airs; so cold. Their deep despise they never did disguise... Alas, 'tis only warmth that melts frosty ice.
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 11:28 AM UTC
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