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It is that time of the year again when my parents, social as they are, hold their annual Christmas party. After being paraded by my mother in front of her friends tonight, I was told to look after the children. I chose to interpret that as "take a bottle of champagne and do whatever the hell you want."
One of the children left one of those hideous red dolls in my sitting room. Being the nice person that I am, I shoved it in the dustbin outside the building because they just might come back to look for it and I decided to save them the trouble of having to walk all the way to our flat. I returned to my room only to find it sitting on my bed. Somewhere between that moment and another glass of champagne it began speaking. I am trying to ignore its nonsensical prattling at the moment.
Regarding gifts, I received a package in the mail containing some of my clothes and a beautiful photo of a water lily. The package accidentally caught on fire, destroying everything but the photo.
Sweet is the lake with its secrets.
One of the children left one of those hideous red dolls in my sitting room. Being the nice person that I am, I shoved it in the dustbin outside the building because they just might come back to look for it and I decided to save them the trouble of having to walk all the way to our flat. I returned to my room only to find it sitting on my bed. Somewhere between that moment and another glass of champagne it began speaking. I am trying to ignore its nonsensical prattling at the moment.
Regarding gifts, I received a package in the mail containing some of my clothes and a beautiful photo of a water lily. The package accidentally caught on fire, destroying everything but the photo.
Sweet is the lake with its secrets.