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Oh my. If CLAW closed because of a blizzard, that means that there would be snow everywhere
there was CLAW. In that case, I would be out in it, gingerly touching it with my paws. I
would be sliding up and down the sidewalk, probably on my behind. Then I would try to catch
some of that white stuff with my tongue, letting the cold frozen snow melt before my
backside froze. When the snow would become too thick and swirly, I would run back inside,
lay by the fireplace and lick my stinky fur dry. Then after a warm snooze, I would be on
the windowsill watching the snow fall with such fury that I would be very glad I was inside
looking out!
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