Amber: dil-dil and cal.
Ben: When walking, where the snow gathered and the ice too, children were playing; they threw snowballs, and made snowmen. They were laughing and made snow angels. I slowed my pace a bit and watched, out the corner of my eye, and thought: Where are the snowballs and snowmen of mine, the snow angels, and the sound of laughter? I figured then, there comes a time in a "man's" life when he gives up snowballs and snowmen, and then finds something else to inspire the sound of laughter.
Morgan: Off the plane and onto Whataburger. Oh and its snowing here in Texas.
Morgan: Off the plane and onto Whataburger. Oh and its snowing here in Texas.
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