christmas morning

My sister’s cab is due any minute.

I’m giddy and wiggly. It’s like stockings and cocoa and slipper pajamas and colored lights on a tree. Only better. My present knows all the words to Clueless monologues and that the only acceptable way to eat ice-cream is one pint at a time and was around when I was in high school and still likes me.

Made to order. No gift receipt necessary.

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