
Here it is nearly December. The snow is blowing and my face is so cold that I can’t feel it. The wind is disrespecting my jacket something terrible but my big, goofy dog is having a blast frolicking in the chilly breeze.
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Here it is nearly December. The snow is blowing and my face is so cold that I can’t feel it. The wind is disrespecting my jacket something terrible but my big, goofy dog is having a blast frolicking in the chilly breeze.
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