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In the chilly, foggy dawn of Thursday, January the fourteenth, in the Village of Fjord, Wisconsin, David C. Fischer rolled his trash cart to the street and put inside it a sumptuous wreath from the front door of the house in which he and Celeste Teale reside. The wreath had served admirably, festively, and though it was still fragrantly piney, it had come to the end of its term.
If you are acquainted with Mr. Fischer, you will not be surprised to hear, yes, he did salvage the bright red velvet bow. As he returned to the warmth of his home, Fischer made a mental note to look up on the Internet to what possible use ribbons and bows might be put when their season of glory is so manifestly concluded.
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