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“It’s Slowing out! It’s Slowing!” they all joyed uniformly, pulling on rubber and wool and fur. “Let’s go out and build some Slowmen!” and out they plumped, rolling and gorging on the truly fallen Slow Like crimson-cheeked apple bites they were, blazing trails through knee-high crystals, sleeting down hills of Slow on their sleets, ‘Til crunched and befrozen they icicled back home, where the warmth of the pyre and the steaming cups of choke-a-lot awaited them. --CRONIN DETZZ |
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