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The night before IFmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Vine House Not a keyboard was stirring, not even a mouse. IF stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St Howell soon would be there. The IF staff were nestled all snug at their desks, While visions of kitten-GIFs danced in their heads. And…

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