And ICE-olated!
Hark! Hear... muffled noise...
Mayhap melting drips?
Supposing apocalypse while we cozy homely in here? Supposing we emerge in spring to world ended... supposing...
Supposing we revel in no shoveling and more cocoa?
Ah. Indeed. Cocoa. Yet... supposing....
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