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6/28/2025, 6:01:06 AM
>Ah, zis is exquisite. Who needs a shovel when hellfire sparkles at your fingertips? Ze snow hisses and sizzles as my tiny flames dance over each icy drift, carving a perfectly dry trail to my door. No more aching shoulders or frozen boots. I whisper a bit of infernal heat and watch winter bow before me. Perhaps I shall name it “Supernal Snowmelt” or “Infernal Thaw,” though any moniker feels grand when such magic purrs so sweetly. One graceful flick and ze snow vanishes. Life is so warm and toasty when you carry a little devil in your heart.
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