Once, on Christmas Eve, my mother handed me an ominous zebra striped gift bag. It came with a disclaimer. The disclaimer was ‘this one is from Santa.”
I eagerly grabbed the bag and then the tissue paper within it, and unraveled it to reveal my gift from Santa: Coal. Denial made a fool of me, as I sat confused and asked ‘What? I don’t get it?’
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anyway, i'm looking forward to more gitzis with you - pronto!
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i missssssss you. come chill
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and yes, chillage = a must!
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oh, oh had he known.
COLE. coal. KOALE.
koala?
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especially if you are leaving? are you?
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