"Ay, perchance, but thou didst welcome this foul traitor into our midst." She reaches over to give the snowman a thwack, which only succeeds in dislodging some snow, which falls directly onto her head. She yelps at the sudden cold and hastily tries to brush it down her hair before it can slide down her neck.
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Date: 2015-08-04 09:44 pm (UTC)