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      Quite the opposite, I think anything above 28 C would kill me in a day or two.

      I’m Mister White Christmas, I’m Mister Snow.

      I’m Mister Icicle; I’m Mister Ten below.

      Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch,

      turns to snow in my clutch.

      I’m too much.