When I come home and there's a package sitting on my door step I know full well that I paid for it, that it's from an auction or online store, but I just can't help the feeling of Christmas in mid-summer. I do a little dance and run into the kitchen giggling like I was still a kid and all is well in the world. BUT. Then when that something doesn
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