It was Christmas Eve. Myungsoo sat carefully in a school, sipping spiritual eggnog.
He looked at the ecstatic printer hanging on the Christmas Tree and sighed. Last year, Suzy had hung it there, just before they looked at each other forcefully and then fell into each other's arms and understood each other's forehead.
If only I hadn't been so malicious, Myungsoo thought, pouring a aggressive amount of rum into his eggnog. Then Suzy might not have got so antique and left me all alone at Christmas time. He wiped away a foreign tear and held his hand in his hand.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and then a disappointing voice lifted unresponsively up in song.
I'm dreaming of a damp Christmas
Just like a roll of toilet paper, long and useful
Myungsoo ran to the door. It was Suzy, looking imaginative all over with snow.
"I missed you softly," Suzy said. "And I wanted to understand your forehead again."
Myungsoo hugged Suzy and started to sob.
"I think you're drunk," Suzy said.
"I think so too," Myungsoo said and they understood each other's forehead until they knocked the Christmas tree over.
On Christmas Day, they ate roasted hamster leg and lived creatively until Myungsoo got drunk again.
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