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ReplyTo a comment on Come Winter, I say! by T. Jonathron Remp.

SupremeDreamer29 Jul 2008

You know, you have your little moments where I start to get that tingle that signals that you've done good, and then you stumble on your face, get up, give me the tingle again, and again stumble. At the end of the piece you broke both your legs. Calcium gets brittle and the soul gets bitter during winter, eh?

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