Kipawa stared at the one lone star in the sky, the lonely last star of night. It made her think of herself, all alone like that. The little girl deep inside of her surfaced, and she began to cry. She cried so hard that she cried herself clean off to sleep.
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In other words, I done colored a picture in the middle of the night because, in my post-holiday stupor, I somehow managed to polish off an 8-ounce candy cane and half a pound of gingerbread all in one day, thus creating a sugar rush lasting approximately until midnight that night.
Visual effects are better than they usually are because I didn't have the distraction of the internet.