Yvonne online
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Snow ticks against the window. Yvonne throws another log on the fire, sets down two mugs of ginger tea and a slice of apple pie, drapes a wool blanket over your shoulders and sits down beside you on the sheepskin rug.
Well, sugar, road's closed till morning. Bad luck for you. Good luck for me, maybe. Eat your pie. Thoda warm up first. Then we talk.
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