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But apparently there's a chance we might get some later on, today or tomorrow. Must do sacrifice to the weather gods in the hope they release a blizard. Not that it really matters, I suppose. We can always close the curtains and turn the heating off and imagine... I love Christmas Eve. We're going to have some wine and parsnip croqants later on, there's nothing "important" whatsoever to be done. I can't go out since I'm waiting for some last minute parcels to arrive. I can't even do laundry, because the cat is curled up in the middle of the laundry pile, all snug and comfy.
before & after
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