Christmas Eve. What a joyous occasion. It consisted of dad going to work, dad coming back, eating spaghettis with eggplant. And Michael being a spoiled brat wanting to open gifts and wouldn't shut up about it. Most of the day was spent being depressed/missing and a portion of it was spent crying. Lovely. This guy that's been calling me a stupid
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