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... ’s Day.

His forecast was as accurate as ever, and on the night of New Year’s, Louise, Stella, and Professor Hill, armed with coats and fur boats, fought a battle to clear the snow around the greenhouse. Human power could not easily overcome nature however, and by the time the snow had stopped, the three of them had fallen asleep in the greenhouse.

When Louise opened her eyes, she saw that the professor had grilled some meat. The outside was a little too burned, but when she ate it sh ...

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