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This day was a snowy day. He told himself he was lucky that after his birth he needn't wait long for snow to fall. Cold white powdered the ground, and the brown cat was visible against the weather. Firth looked upwards at the grey sky, watching unique, intriguing snowflakes jouney from the sky. He buzzed in a low voice as it descended, targeting diffrent ones and focusing on only it, switching his gaze to another when it impacted with the ground. Today was one of the several days he made an art of induring the cold.
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