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Once again, the front door slams open, admitting Coyote. This time, she is dressed to the nines (maybe even the tens). She is carrying a flute of champagne, and maaaaybe a sprig of mistletoe.
"Hello, Milliways!" she crows happily.
The line for New Years kisses starts here.
"Hello, Milliways!" she crows happily.
The line for New Years kisses starts here.