Winter: "1, 2, 3, 4, 5..... 100! Ready or not, here I come!"
Spring, whispering to self: "You'll never find me!"
Seconds turn to minutes. Minutes turn to hours. Hours turn to days. Days turn to weeks. Weeks turn to months.
Winter: "Uncle! I give up! Come out, come out, wherever you are!"
Spring & Summer will be there before you know it.
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