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| Reviewed by Brett Moore |
12/26/2006 |
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I feel your pain here. Winter is hard for me. I love how the "thick white quilt" already fails in its attempt to keep things warm and rosy. It's like you never get rid of the shivers no matter what. That is, until spring.
Brett |
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