I'm Not Talking

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The view of the backyard - this was taken before expected round two - where a whole lot of snow is supposed to pile on top.


Poor Paris. She was just looking for a spot to pee.


The front yard.

How in the hell are we supposed to move this?

Where should we put it?

Unbelievable.

Simply unreal.

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