My master went to the Winter Star Party and all I got was this lousy sweater.
And a whole bunch of snow too!
When he gets back, I'm going to pretend not to be happy to see him. Harumph!
And a whole bunch of snow too!
When he gets back, I'm going to pretend not to be happy to see him. Harumph!
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Sweet the coming on
Of grateful evening mild; then silent night
With this her solemn bird and this fair moon,
And these the gems of heaven, her starry train.
--John Milton
