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Actually, a sled with runners bogs down in loose, deep snow.
Hmmm, is Tiffany planning on doing some poaching?
There’s 12 tables in the Fuze? It’s bigger than I thought.
Sigh. I shoulda known.
Tiffany has gradually become sorta likeable. I hope this arc doesn’t spoil that.
Does anyone hit the mall anymore?
You do know, of course, that horses cannot be housebroken.
I know just how she feels, though. Which day?
And then mom brings hot chocolate and a cookie. Heaven!
Oh, good. I won’t worry about Trump overthrowing the government.