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sometimes it's nice to know that we're all still breathing. especially when you find yourself drunk for the sixth night in a row, sitting in a strange apartment, staring out the window waiting for snow to fall. after an hour and one drink you realize that it's officially christmas eve. after three more hours and a lot more drinks you know that you're either in a car or on a carousel and you're watching all the christmas lights on all the houses spin by and it makes everything inside you feel very warm.