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Decking the Halls

I first wrote this overly sweet, soppy, schmaltzy piece that even made me sick about the miracle of Christmas. Well, screw that, and Jane I’ll apologize beforehand. Jane’s an angel who will no doubt get the best suite in heaven … Continue reading

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