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Dear Santa, All I really want for Christmas is for my Mom and Dad to love each other again . . .
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Every night they have the same argument, and it makes me sad.
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| Don't fuckin' tell me how much I can drink you floppy-chested harpy! Just like my fuckin' mother! No wonder I never want to be home! | |
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| Fuck you, Eric! You're never here because you're too busy deep-dicking anything that moves! I swear you'd hump oatmeal if it wiggled! | |
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| So, Santa, all I want for Christmas is my parents back as they were. I miss my family. Signed, Cindy. | |
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| Wow . . . Well, fuck her anyway. Too bad for her I'm Santa Claus, not fucking DYFUS. Malibu Barbie it is. | |
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