Dear Santa,
I have been a good woman to the max.
It really wasn't my fault what happened at Vanessa's Christmas party. It was Carissa who spiked the punch with too much vodka. I can't help it if I drank 48 glasses. It was so good---smelled and tasted just like patchouli.
I thought it was funny when I put Jason's panties on my head and danced the booty
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