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[magicstarflower]

Happiness to me is a warm Gun, or at least when Oma's here, the mere thought of never seeing her again brightens my whole day, as bad as it sounds. Christmas was as usuall, got to see my spoiled cousins open a billion presents theyll never use or give two shits about, got to hear omas manipulative whining during the entire joyous "holliday", which

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[nifties]

hee hee!

that's my girl.