Oh, Mother Nature. If it is a gift then why must you punch me in the stomach once a month as payment. Curled up in a ball, reading, listening to the scary weather outside
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Imagine yourself in the cold embrace of this Santa hat wearing, laser eyed deathbat in space, and be comforted.
βCold embraceβ π€£ππ«
Ooo youβre a death bat in space π₯Ή I always wondered π« thank you, Jay, unbelievably kind π