Its a bright sunny morning, so I pull up the blinds in Epsilon's bedroom and we romp around the room for while.
After a bit, he suddenly stops, points to the motes of dust dancing the in rays of sunlight over the dust bunnies on the floor and declairs "SNOW!"
No, my sweet, I just need to find a broom.
After a bit, he suddenly stops, points to the motes of dust dancing the in rays of sunlight over the dust bunnies on the floor and declairs "SNOW!"
No, my sweet, I just need to find a broom.
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