Well, it's not winter... Yet. But it certainly feels like it! So dreary and cold...
As soon as it starts to snow, then it'll be my kind of weather.
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The Rest Is Still Unwritten
Just my journal on Gaia... You never know what you might find.
Where are we going to drink tonight, Brain?
The same place we drink every night, Pinky.
The same place we drink every night, Pinky.