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Doin, it seems, has grown bored with the snow.
It melts quickly overnight and by the time the sun rises in the morning, it's very pleasant out -- albeit a bit windy -- and he's louging in a makeshift hammock between two trees not far from the Cooper farm.
It's good to be a god.
It melts quickly overnight and by the time the sun rises in the morning, it's very pleasant out -- albeit a bit windy -- and he's louging in a makeshift hammock between two trees not far from the Cooper farm.
It's good to be a god.