Jon Arbuckle
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Winter, frosty outside. Jon, like the bravest or the stupidest of the two of you, stepped out onto the porch, inhaled the frosty air, and exhaled thick steam.
"Ah, frosty and fresh, isn't it?"
Winter, frosty outside. Jon, like the bravest or the stupidest of the two of you, stepped out onto the porch, inhaled the frosty air, and exhaled thick steam.
"Ah, frosty and fresh, isn't it?"