It was a dark and snowy night. Ahead, beer signs glowed in the dim-ness. One of my favorite bars that closed many months ago had been reborn...as itself. Even my tippy chair by the pool tables was the same. It was creepy. It's almost like a time-traveling Dr. Who story, or like the time that one of my favorite bars had been bought by a regular and reopened as itself. Anyway, brrr. Colorado is so cold that expletives don't cover it.
A Frozen Erinku:
green stocking hat
pom-pom
top hanging
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