I just stopped by Winter's place a few minutes ago and she's got the birthday blahs. This is so un-Winter-like I just don't know how to describe it. But the last post she put up was on Monday, so perhaps she's come out of the funk by now. If not, maybe a parade of well-wishers will do it. Just mind that you keep an eye open for vampires, werewolves, and things that go bump in the night. 'Cause they seem to hang out there. Probably trying to land a role in her next book. (You know those monster types, such attention whores.) So get your crucifixes, your garlic and your silver bullets together and take a walk on the wild side.Happy Birthday Winter... in spite of it all.
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