It is Christmas, a white one at that. amoung other things, a book with many big pictures of Chicago and words about it was taken from under the tree, opened by me, and screamed at. Going there again is at the top of my list of things most wanted, which is really not even existant, but that's okay.
the girl was lookin' forward to laying under the tree.. she didn't want the milk.
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