[Fran tapped at the inside of one of the hallway windows. He wanted it to snow.]
Snow, snow, come today,
Don't let other songs keep you away,
Everybody wants to play,
Snow, snow come today~
[Fran sung/muttered/spoke his awful little song absent-mindedly, tracing strange shapes on the glass before him.
He'd had to spend money earlier, too. That stupid
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