December in your face. Being home, over in the blink of an eye. Time spent with great friends. It always seems like the ones who mean the most find the time, or so I've noticed. Down with strep. Bad news bears. Sitting in snowless boston. Maybe no snow until I'm gone again. That sounds too good. Home before long. Mind stays in the East until it is on the West. Time flies. We fly with it. Before you know it we'll all be reunited again. Now where the hell am I going to put this Air Conditioner?
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Well in the summer the place for temporary AC units is hanging out the window. It's winter time though, I'm sure it'll be fine in the attic with the Music Boxes that look interesting at best when you first get them, until you realize where they came from and then you just wanna keep them out of sight and out of mind.
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