my little snowman is tired of sitting on the kitchen table in his bowl filled with a white boa and fake snowballs, he can see out the window and he is begging to go out on the balconey and roll around in the real thing - snow. i am not sure if i should let him, it's 12 degrees out there and he will get wet and cold but then again, he is made of the stuff. okay, maybe for a minute or 2.
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