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“Ninge din nou şi Elsa hotărăşte că oamenii care-i plac trebuie să-i placă mai departe, chiar dacă au fost dobitoci mai demult. Că altfel se termină cam repede oamenii din jurul tău dacă-i descalifici pe veci pe toţi cei care s-au purtat ca nişte dobitoci cândva. Se gândeşte că asta trebuie să fie morala acestei poveşti de Crăciun. Că aşa sunt poveştile de Crăciun, cu morală.”

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My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She's Sorry

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