Good bye Janvier, Enero, January.
Tis long till we shall meet again, but ah when I feel your blistering menopausal weather. I shall know it is you and you have come to meet me once again. May next time we meet find me in a better position, actually in any position, than the one I'm currently in.
So long farewell till next year when I shall utter the words.
Winter is coming.
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