I had a different kind of birthday this year. This one was spent bundled in anything woolen I could find, hurtling down an icy, powdery hill that was clearly marked "Sledding Allowed". It was probably the most freezingly ungraceful I've ever been, but exhilarating and fun nonetheless.
How do two sisters like us manage to have the same hat?
How do two sisters like us manage to have the same hat?
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