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Once upon a time there was a girly-looking guy named Snowy Canada. Jk, that's just what some people called him because he lived in a snowy area of town. Yeah, there is one section of the town that was snowy. So there was this guy and his name was Poland, right? He was, like, totally the most fabulous guy around like, ever. In the whole land. And he still is, by the way. Always has been. But one day, his magical talking plastic pony malfunctioned. "Magic Pony, most stylish pony not on my wall, who is the most fabulous of them all?" Poland asked. "BZZT- Snowy Canada BZZT," the magica pony said. Of course, it was malfunctioning, but Poland di

The Igloo On May 12, 2010, a building full of history depended on a Penguins victory. The crowd expected one, but in just half a minute the Canadiens scored and their hopes diminished. There was still some hope, though. It happened before. But by period two the deficit was four. I knew it was hopeless. It had never been done. No team trailing by the much had ever won! And then, the Penguins scored! Could they make history? Go Malkin! Go Kunitz! Go Sindey Crosby! However, my excitement didn't last long. I thought they might win. Turns out I was wrong. Montreal won. The final score was 5-2 and that was the last game at the old Igl

 December 25, 1820. Although Javert never failed to attend mass on Sundays, he did not see the point of closing shops and giving everyone a day off from work on Christmas Day. This was his first Christmas in Montreuil-sur-Mer- in other words, his first wasted day in Montreuil-sur-Mer. He carefully made his bed. Once it was perfect, Javert turned around and noticed that his house plant, which was visible through the open door of his bedroom, was swaying slightly, as if being blown by the wind. This was strange, as all of his windows were closed during the winter. He left his room and looked at his front door. To his surprise, it was open.

 December 25, 1820. Although Javert never failed to attend mass on Sundays, he did not see the point of closing shops and giving everyone a day off from work on Christmas Day. This was his first Christmas in Montreuil-sur-Mer- in other words, his first wasted day in Montreuil-sur-Mer. He carefully made his bed. Once it was perfect, Javert turned around and noticed that his house plant, which was visible through the open door of his bedroom, was swaying slightly, as if being blown by the wind. This was strange, as all of his windows were closed during the winter. He left his room and looked at his front door. To his surprise, it was open.