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‘Twas the night before Christmas And all through the house, Not a deviant was clicking On a touchpad or mouse. Deviations were packed In their boxes with care In hopes re-designers Soon would be there. The deviants were nestled All soft in their Profile In hopes that a change Would come soon with style. They’d heard mysterious stories From the Betas upstairs, And they knew something special Soon would be theirs. New dark mode, new light mode, Love Meter, and more! New backgrounds, Profile headers, More storage for Core! One curious deviant, Sketchbook tight in their grips, Couldn’t wait one day longer, They must see E