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It's looking like a Boston December so far. Well... kinda. It snowed today for about 10 minutes. I had the opportunity to work again this month with Habitat for Humanity. This time my classmates and I added the siding to a house. The process is slow and meticulous but I think we had the right squad for it.

I plan on continuing my service hours with Habitat in the spring as well.

December Hours: 8
Total Hours: 30

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