美签问题 

家里没有打印机，可以填完申请表后save，然后用usb到别的地方打印confirmation letter 吗？ 现在能预约到圣诞节以后那几天吗？大概27-30号吗？ 一般多久能拿大签证？ 谢谢！

没事的啦  你申请好之后  也可以看你需要打印的东西~~不过你保存一下也好

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