Christmas
It
isn't fun being me on Christmas. I never seem to forgive myself. Some
guy tried to run us off the road on the way home from work on
Christmas Eve. My parents don't want their gift. I'm alone. There is
no snow. Christmas sucks.
Next year Cash.
It wasn't me. You can't prove anything.
2003-12-25
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