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[thatsnotaknife]

Alright, all this... Snow and... Winter... It has twelve hours to melt! My birthday's tomorrow and I am not bloody celebrating in sub-zero temperatures! That's the rule! So get to it! Anyway, two hundred and twenty... three, tomorrow! Not gonna bother with a party or anything, it's not a biggie and I can't ask anyone to go outside in this bullshit

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[thatsnotaknife]

Ta, mate. And nah, snow's too deadly... We'll celebrate proper late, when it melts!

For my birthday, it must be! Reckon I've got a better chance of getting a bunyip than a drop bear, mate, plus don't want Sam getting jealous.

[thatsnotaknife]

... They've gotten to you.