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I Envisioned Huge Piles Of The Elf Hotel Flying Off The Belt, Taking Down Everybody In Sight. I Had Seen Pictures Of That Elf Hotel - It Had Sharp Candy-cane Spires That Could Easily Impale Someone. If Anyone Was Ever Going To Be Killed By An Elf Hotel, It Would Be My Parents.

The Truth Was That She Had Managed To Betray Everyone By Doing Nothing. No One In History Had Ever Done Less And Yet Been So Wrong. Not Cheating On A Non-boyfriend With The Non-boyfriend Of A Friend. The Pressure Of Thinking That One Through Made Her Swollen Body Ache.

I Still Have A Whopping Bad Case Of What You Call Scag Magnetism. I Thought I Had Gotten Rid Of It There, But It Looks Like Scary Guys Still Materialize From Thin Air In My Presence. They Are Drawn To Me. I Am The North Pole, And They Are The Explorers Of Love.

I Feel Warm And Reassured," I Whispered. "he's Like Santa.

We Study There A Lot Because... What Other Choice Does Society Give Us, Right? It's Starbucks Or Death, Sometimes.