The snow was flying in soft flurries outside. It caked against the windows about two feet up, but beyond the windows, it was only ten inches deep on the ground. The hospital windows had a glazed over fog, warm on the inside, cold on the outside. One little boy, 3 years old, scribbled on the frost. A smiley face, then a tic-tac-toe that he beat
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Mags
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You know, it must have been holy chips... or somesing.
Happy Merry.
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