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"The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,--"
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| It's another brown Midwestern Christmas. | |
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| Those presents look tasty. | |
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"When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer--"
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| I'm going to gnaw on some wires. | |
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"If you're going to keep ruining the narrative I'm going home. Screw you."
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| Merry Non-Denominational Wintertime Gift-giving holiday to you too, motherfucker. | |
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