Bored...bored..bored..
We are so bored...
We can't play in the house because the floors are slippery, and the cat won't play fair.
We can't go out and play.
Too much snow.
We'll just wait here at the door until spring comes.
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Oh, Finn, you look so sad. It's OK. I bet you'll get to go outside tomorrow. Maybe. Hang in there. Happier days ahead.
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