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[a_close_shave]

Winter in London--cold, awful biting weather, with no heat, no proper clothes...no luxuries given here, not in those times. And here I sit, by a window of our livingroom, in comfortable warmth with a cup of steaming tea, watching the snow fall.

I suppose nothing here should be taken for granted.

And there--[chuckles] The children, playing...a bit of

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[halfblooded_git]

I disagree. Should one of my more..impressionable students find their way into the apartment, I'd rather not have to explain certain matters to them.

It would be better placed in your room.

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[a_close_shave]

No, not mine...

Where should we put it, then.

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[halfblooded_git]

And why not yours? It is the place guests are less likely to venture.

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[a_close_shave]

True, but the same could be said for you. Why not yours, then?

[written_rancor]

It's going to be short-lived anyway.

[a_close_shave]

Little doubt of that...it is nice, however.

[written_rancor]

If you find that sort of thing nice, I guess.

[a_close_shave]

Not a fan of the snow?

[browning_baby]

It's a bit cold for a walk, unless you have a fur coat.

Did you escape unscathed yesterday?