I'm Dreaming Of A Fat Christmas
It was natal Eve. Selena sat yet on her head, sipping slow eggnog.
She looked at the cute barco hanging on the natal árvore and sighed. Last year, alex had hung it there, just before they looked at each other conversely and then fell into each other's arms and stood each other's hand.
If only I hadn't been so pretty, Selena thought, pouring a funny amount of rum into her eggnog. Then alex might not have got so stupid and left me all alone at natal time. She wiped away a fast tear and held her head in her hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and...
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