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Wayward Guide is a fictional investigative podcast about the sordid world of local politics, backroom dealings, and werewolves. When an alluring corporate corruption story falls unexpectedly into their laps, twin podcasting team Artemis and Paul Schue-Horyn are given the chance to prove themselves as top hosts at the American Podcasting Network. But opportunity soon leads to tragedy as the eccentric and divided locals they are interviewing in the small California mining town of Connor Creek start dropping like flies. With the threads of their investigation quickly becoming tangled and rumors of a bloodthirsty werewolf on the loose, the Schue-Horyn twins need to decide who to trust and the price they’re willing to pay for a juicy story. Wayward Guide features the talents of Mary Kate Wiles, Steve Zaragoza, Darren Criss, Sean Astin, Carlos Valdes, Titus Makin, and more! Check out the companion series on YouTube to find out the hairy truth about Connor Creek.
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clemswrld · 10 months
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james: yes that’s how old i am, most of my friends have kids.
*small pause*
james: and i got marcus and clem…
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solardrink · 1 year
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Toxic trait only caring about a single character per piece of media consumed and fixating only on that character and their appearances
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nekojaf · 10 months
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Oh Lord artfight you've got me by the throat.
Ash Dopesunbear on Artfight.net
Sammy the Cat belongs to @josephthesnailshow also same name on Artfight.
Slushie Pop belongs to Sun_boops on Artfight.
Kip belongs to raggedy_bv on Artfight and Callisto @cinnamonnala same name on Artfight.
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anotherdayof-chaos · 2 years
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Pokémon xy/xyz appreciation post
I love this show too much it’s so cute and well animated and well written
I will never shut up about it prepare to suffer
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Fluttershy is going up the stairs from the crypt in St Clement Danes church.
In London, England.
That pillar is apparently filled with the ashes of the people who used to be buried in the crypt.
An informative video I found about the church (the bit about the pillare starts at about 2:02):
https://www.tiktok.com/@ajwestauthor/video/7066723131666271493
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bookjotter6865 · 2 months
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Winding Up the Week #368
An end of week recap “Those who can make you believe absurdities can make you commit atrocities.” – Voltaire This is a post in which I summarise books read, reviewed and currently on my TBR shelf. In addition to a variety of literary titbits, I look ahead to forthcoming features, see what’s on the nightstand and keep readers abreast of various book-related happenings. CHATTERBOOKS >>  If you are…
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badgaymovies · 2 years
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As They Made Us (2022)
As They Made Us by #MayimBialik starring #DiannaAgron, #SimonHelberg, #CandiceBergen and #DustinHoffman, "even at its clunkiest, it's a film with a lot of wisdom and grace", Now reviewed on MyOldAddiction.com
MAYIM BIALIK Bil’s rating (out of 5): BBB USA, 2022. Yale Productions, BondIt Media Capital, Bradley Pilz Productions, Buffalo 8 Productions, Carte Blanche, Cranium Entertainment, Film Mode Entertainment, Idiot Savant Pictures, Rolling Pictures, Screen Media Films, Slated, Vested Interest. Screenplay by Mayim Bialik. Cinematography by David Feeney-Mosier. Produced by Jordan Beckerman, Ash…
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compneuropapers · 9 months
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Interesting Papers for Week 30, 2023
Adult-born neurons inhibit developmentally-born neurons during spatial learning. Ash, A. M., Regele-Blasco, E., Seib, D. R., Chahley, E., Skelton, P. D., Luikart, B. W., & Snyder, J. S. (2023). Neurobiology of Learning and Memory, 198, 107710.
Behavioral origin of sound-evoked activity in mouse visual cortex. Bimbard, C., Sit, T. P. H., Lebedeva, A., Reddy, C. B., Harris, K. D., & Carandini, M. (2023). Nature Neuroscience, 26(2), 251–258.
Exploration patterns shape cognitive map learning. Brunec, I. K., Nantais, M. M., Sutton, J. E., Epstein, R. A., & Newcombe, N. S. (2023). Cognition, 233, 105360.
Distinct contributions of ventral CA1/amygdala co-activation to the induction and maintenance of synaptic plasticity. Chong, Y. S., Wong, L.-W., Gaunt, J., Lee, Y. J., Goh, C. S., Morris, R. G. M., … Sajikumar, S. (2023). Cerebral Cortex, 33(3), 676–690.
 An intrinsic oscillator underlies visual navigation in ants. Clement, L., Schwarz, S., & Wystrach, A. (2023). Current Biology, 33(3), 411-422.e5.
Not so optimal: The evolution of mutual information in potassium voltage-gated channels. Duran-Urriago, A., & Marzen, S. (2023). PLOS ONE, 18(2), e0264424.
Successor-like representation guides the prediction of future events in human visual cortex and hippocampus. Ekman, M., Kusch, S., & de Lange, F. P. (2023). eLife, 12, e78904.
Residual dynamics resolves recurrent contributions to neural computation. Galgali, A. R., Sahani, M., & Mante, V. (2023). Nature Neuroscience, 26(2), 326–338.
Dorsal attention network activity during perceptual organization is distinct in schizophrenia and predictive of cognitive disorganization. Keane, B. P., Krekelberg, B., Mill, R. D., Silverstein, S. M., Thompson, J. L., Serody, M. R., … Cole, M. W. (2023). European Journal of Neuroscience, 57(3), 458–478.
A striatal circuit balances learned fear in the presence and absence of sensory cues. Kintscher, M., Kochubey, O., & Schneggenburger, R. (2023). eLife, 12, e75703.
Hippocampal engram networks for fear memory recruit new synapses and modify pre-existing synapses in vivo. Lee, C., Lee, B. H., Jung, H., Lee, C., Sung, Y., Kim, H., … Kaang, B.-K. (2023). Current Biology, 33(3), 507-516.e3.
Neocortical synaptic engrams for remote contextual memories. Lee, J.-H., Kim, W. Bin, Park, E. H., & Cho, J.-H. (2023). Nature Neuroscience, 26(2), 259–273.
The effect of temporal expectation on the correlations of frontal neural activity with alpha oscillation and sensory-motor latency. Lee, J. (2023). Scientific Reports, 13, 2012.
Describing movement learning using metric learning. Loriette, A., Liu, W., Bevilacqua, F., & Caramiaux, B. (2023). PLOS ONE, 18(2), e0272509.
The geometry of cortical representations of touch in rodents. Nogueira, R., Rodgers, C. C., Bruno, R. M., & Fusi, S. (2023). Nature Neuroscience, 26(2), 239–250.
Contextual and pure time coding for self and other in the hippocampus. Omer, D. B., Las, L., & Ulanovsky, N. (2023). Nature Neuroscience, 26(2), 285–294.
Reshaping the full body illusion through visuo-electro-tactile sensations. Preatoni, G., Dell’Eva, F., Valle, G., Pedrocchi, A., & Raspopovic, S. (2023). PLOS ONE, 18(2), e0280628.
Experiencing sweet taste is associated with an increase in prosocial behavior. Schaefer, M., Kühnel, A., Schweitzer, F., Rumpel, F., & Gärtner, M. (2023). Scientific Reports, 13, 1954.
Cortical encoding of rhythmic kinematic structures in biological motion. Shen, L., Lu, X., Yuan, X., Hu, R., Wang, Y., & Jiang, Y. (2023). NeuroImage, 268, 119893.
Mindful self-focus–an interaction affecting Theory of Mind? Wundrack, R., & Specht, J. (2023). PLOS ONE, 18(2), e0279544.
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pokemon-ash-aus · 2 months
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Who figured out dead!au the fastest I have a guess I feel like it would be clement but who if not him and how long did it take like a day a few hours mins
Actually, i would say either Dawn or May, given tht Ash would have confidence during that time before it dips again.
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clemswrld · 8 months
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my friend sent me this, why did it take me so long to understand the joke😭
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wisdomrays · 6 months
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The All-Beautiful Names of God: Past 6
The Names Originating in Divine Attributes of Glory
(Al-)Hayy: The All-Living
(Ash-)Shakur: The All-Responsive (to the good and gratitude of His creatures)
(Al-)Qahhar: The All-Overwhelming (with absolute sway over all that exists)
(Al-)Qahir: The All-Overpowering, Who crushes those who deserve crushing
(Al-)Muqtadir: The All-Omnipotent
(Al-)Qawiyy: The All-Strong
(Al-)Murid: The All-Willing
(Al-)Qadir: The All-Powerful
(Ar-)Rahman: The All-Merciful (Who has mercy on the whole of existence and provides for all of them)
(Ar-)Rahim: The All-Compassionate (Who has particular compassion for each of His creatures in their maintenance, and for His believing servants especially in the other world)
(As-)Subhan: The All-Glorified
(As-)Sultan: The Absolute, Eternal Authority
(Al-)Karim: The All-Munificent
(Al-)Ghaffar: The Oft-Forgiver of sins
(Al-)Ghafur: The All-Forgiving
(Al-)Wadud: The All-Loving and All-Beloved
(Ar-)Rauf: The All-Pitying
(Al-)Halim: The All-Clement (showing no haste to punish the errors of His servants)
(Al-)Barr: The All-Benign
(As-)Sabur: The All-Patient (Whom no haste induces to rush into an action)
(Al-)‘Alim: The All-Knowing
(Al-)Khabir: The All-Aware
(Al-)Muhsi: The All-Counting and Recording
(Al-)Hakim: The One Who does everything properly, the All-Wise
(Ash-)Shahid: The All-Witnessing
(As-)Sami‘: The All-Hearing
(Al-)Basir: The All-Seeing
(Al-)‘Afuww: The All-Pardoning (Who overlooks the faults of His servants and grants remission)
The Names Indicating Divine Acts
(Al-)Mubdi: The All-Initiating
(Al-)Wakil: The One to rely on and to Whom affairs should be entrusted
(Al-)Baith: The One Who restores life to the dead
(Al-)Mujib: The All-Answering (of prayers) and Meeting (of needs)
(Al-)Wasi‘: The All-Embracing (in His Knowledge and Mercy)
(Al-)Hasib: The All-Sufficing as One Who reckons and settles the accounts (of His servants)
(Al-)Mughis: The One Who gives extra help
(Al-)Hafiz: The All-Preserving and Keeper of records, the All-Protecting
(Al-)Khaliq: The C reator (Who determines measure for everything and makes things and beings exist out of nothing)
(as-)Sani‘: The Maker
(Al-)Bari: The All-Holy C reator (Who is absolutely free from having any partners and Who creates without imitating anything)
(Al-)Musawwir: The All-Fashioning
(Ar-)Razzaq: The All-Providing
(Al-)Wahhab: The All-Bestowing
(As-)Sattar: The All-Veiling (of His servants’ shortcomings and sins)
(Al-)Fatir: The All-Originating (with a unique individuality)
(Al-)Fattah: The One Who opens the door of good
(An-)Nasir: The All-Helping and Giver of Victory
(Al-)Kafi: The All-Sufficing
(Al-)Qabid: The All-Constricting; the One Who takes the souls of living beings
(Al-)Basit: The All-Expanding
(Al-)Hafid: The One Who lowers and humiliates whom He wills
(Ar-)Rafi‘: The All-Elevating
(Al-)Mu‘izz: The All-Exalting and Honoring
(Al-)Mudhill: The All-Abasing
(Al-)Hakam: The All-Judging (Who settles the matters between people)
(Al-)‘Adl: The All-Just
(Al-)Latif: The All-Subtle (penetrating into the minutest dimensions of all things and providing for all)
(Al-)Mu‘id: The All-Returning and Restoring (the One Who causes to die after life and returns the dead to life)
(Al-)Muhyi: The Giver of life and All-Reviving
(Al-)Mumit: The One Who causes to die; the All-Dealing of death
(Al-)Waliyy: The Guardian, the Protecting Friend (to rely on)
(At-)Tawwab: The One Who guides to repentance, accepts
• repentance, and returns it with liberal forgiveness and additional reward
(Al-)Muntaqim: The Ever-Able to requite
(Al-)Muqsit: The All-Dealing of justice
(Al-)Jami‘: The One having all excellences to the infinite degree; the All-Gathering
(Al-)Mughni: The All-Enriching
(Al-)Mani‘: The All-Preventing and Withdrawing; the One Who does not give whatever He does not will to give
(Ad-)Darr: The C reator of evil and harm
(An-)Nafi‘: The All-Favoring and Giver of benefits
(Al-)Hadi: The All-Guiding
(Al-)Badi‘: The One Who originates in unique fashion and with nothing preceding Him to imitate
(Ar-)Rashid: The All-Guide to what is correct
(Al-)Qayyūm: The S elf-Subsistent (by Whom all subsist)
Maliku’l-mulk: The absolute Master of all dominion
(Al-)Mu‘akhkhir: The One Who leaves behind
(Al-)Muqaddim: The One Who causes to advance, Who moves things forward
(Al-)Muqit: The All-Aiding and Sustaining
(al-)Wali: The All-Governing
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soberscientistlife · 4 months
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A Visit from St. Nicholas BY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave a lustre of midday to objects below, When what to my wondering eyes did appear, But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer, With a little old driver so lively and quick, I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen! On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall! Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!" As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky; So up to the housetop the coursers they flew With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too— And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; A bundle of toys he had flung on his back, And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack. His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow; The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath; He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly. He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose; He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— “Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
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Let Me Use You, Darlin' | Clement Mansell x GN!Reader
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Prompt: I have an idea for Clement/reader (fem or gn) In the evening, Clement comes home to reader. Angry and tired. And reader gives him a blowjob to comfort him. Or they have hard sex.
Pairing: Clement Mansell x GN reader Tags: Blow jobs, Tired and Annoyed Clem, Stress-Relief, Daddy Kink, Mention of "suicide" but it's actually murder, Clement Mansell is his own warning Summary: Clement comes home from a difficult day stealing money. He takes out his frustration through stress-relief with you. You make his problems go away...
The front door slammed closed. Clement rushed into the room, throwing down his car keys on the table in the living room. You look up from where you were sitting on the couch. He immediately pulled out his pack of smokes and lit one up. He fell down on the couch with a sigh. He lifted his hand to take a long drag. Smoke wafting in a cloud above his head. You watched how his shoulders were tensed in his black tee. His shoulders rolled as he leaned back and stretched his legs out.
"What happened?" you asked, coming to sit next to him on the larger couch.
He put his one boot on the other and blew out as he tipped his head up.
"Little shits don't wanna give me the money and Sweety is just too lean on them. I come up with ways on how to get what we're owed and he just takes whatever they give. I'm so sick of it. This guy was rubbin' me up the wrong way. Fuckin' wouldn't listen. We were talkin', next thing I know he's jumping clear over the side like a fuckin' cartoon." He chuckled and shook his head. He put out his cigarette on the table and left the stub there, ash littering the table.
Knowing Clement that was probably unlikely that the man just ended it like that.
His hands flexed and unflexed at his sides. You leaned in closer.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
Clement eyed you with a smile and opened his legs, his hips pushing forward, making your eyes travel between his legs.
"Well, since you're offering. I know what would make me feel better. On your knees. Now."
You crawled in front of him as he unbuckled his belt and pulled himself out of his underwear. He was already hard, his hand working over himself, spreading the precum all over his cock.
"Been thinking of you all the way here. I got't thinin' of getting out all this frustation. Fuck, come're."
You postioned yourself between his legs. He trailed his hands over your jawline, thumb tracing over your mouth.
"Let me use you, darlin'" Clement tipped your chin up, fingers going inside your mouth to open you up to take him.
He pushed open your mouth and and put the tip of his cock against your lips. He dragged it over your mouth, precum leaking and messing over your lips.
"Come on, wider. Open up for me."
You opened your mouth and let him slide his cock all the way down your throat. You loved the weight of it. The desperate need of having him wreck your throat. You wanted your throat hoarse, not being able to talk for days, to be reminded of this. He was reckless tonight because of his frustation from trying to collect money from people. He was grunting as he guided his cock inside, thrusting in and out. He twisted his hands in your hair and kept a tight grip on it.
"Oh, baby," he moaned, "makin' Clement feel so good."
He tilted his head back. His mouth parted, his breathing getting heavier as you worked him and swallowed him down. Drool dripped down your chin all messily. He was fucking you hard and didn't care if you breathed.
"Daddy loves your mouth. My pretty little slut."
He was moaning louder and louder. Sighs spilling from his mouth as he leaked on your tongue. You were choking and gagging and he grunted every time you tried to pull back from him. He wouldn't let you move an inch, forcing you to take him. You couldn't run. Couldn't do anything but let Clement use you. He was rough on your hair, other hand gripping tightly on your jaw so he could control you.
"Ah, fuck, fuck! Gonna cum and you're gonna swallow. Not gonna stop even after I've cum. Daddy is gonna make you lick me clean until I'm hard again." Clement groaned, voice hitting deeper, making your hips jerk forward. "Then I'm gonna cum all over you. On your face. On your chest. On your stomach. I'm gonna strip you down and cum all over you. Fuck, baby. Need you so badly."
You moaned as his hips pushed faster, his cock twitching, the taste of him squirting into your mouth. The high pitched moan he made, the sound of it dragging out, hitting your ears, making you crave him more. He didn't relent. Soft cock dragging over your messy wet tongue. He pulled out and gripped his cock, sliding it all over your face, spit and spunk mixed together on your cheeks, on your forehead, over your eyelids as he pressed his cock on your skin. You lapped at him again. Teasing him. His legs shaking from overstimulation. His one leg kicked out, trembling. He kept babbling things. What he'd do to you. How much he wanted you. He wasn't stopping for anything. He was already half hard again and you wrapped his cock in your palm, licking at the head. You were determined to overwhelm him. Make him lose control. Make all his stress go away...
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anotherdayof-chaos · 2 years
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Pokémon xy and xyz screen caps I need to redraw right this second
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A Visit from St. Nicholas
BY CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”
Florrie and Francie wish you sweet dreams!
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