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Hello, hello. God, my eyes are tired. And I’ve got Christmas tomorrow. The deferred family-type Christmas, at the family home and all. I should be wrapping fucking presents right now. Argh.
So, er, yes. Let me just leech off some of your happy vibe, Withiel. Pleeeeease still be there, tell us some more about these chocolates. How *exactly* do they taste? Every detail. |
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