I steal it from behind the ice rink.
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I steal it from behind the ice rink.
This is delightful. I haven’t quinzhee camped since I was a teenager, but once my friends and I made one tall enough to stand in with the help of a friendly gravekeeper and his backhoe.
Send him to pick flowers…
Guys, is farming gay?


Go outside at least once a day when I don’t need to be outside.
I’m just impressed you engineered a snow fort with a door that opens.