The Christmas Story
“So, how was your Christmas?” my friend asks while taking a sip from her hot chocolate. “Yeah, how was it?” another one chimes in. I stare at my three friends who are huddling around the table, eyes fixated upon me as if I’m holding a piece of steak in front of my face. Not even men look at me with such intensity. My hands are wrapped around a hot cup of Chamomille tea, I’m blowing on it every…
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